And so, before Mu Liuyin had any idea what was happening, she and Mu Qingzhi had somehow become “a couple in love.” A few days later, the once-quiet Prince Qi’s manor suddenly became a hive of activity.
The servants bustled about preparing supplies, food, and decorations for the prince’s wedding, including the bright red double happiness paper cutouts that were now being pasted on windows and doors.
Mu Liuyin frowned. She didn’t recall Mu Qingzhi ever getting married in the original plot! Still, judging by the timeline, this should be around the time the original host had captured Mu Qingzhi and brought her back to the Moon Dynasty.
So maybe the plot shift was expected… but getting married? That was a big change.
Her gaze fell on Mu Qingzhi, who sat quietly by the pond. To avoid making too much noise, Mu Liuyin wrapped the long chain around her wrist a few times and walked over.
“Liuyin.” Mu Qingzhi greeted her with a soft smile.
Mu Liuyin curved her lips in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “May I ask, Your Highness, which young lord you plan to marry?”
“If you’re taking a wife, perhaps it’s no longer appropriate for me to stay in your manor, is it?”
“Why wouldn’t it be appropriate?” Mu Qingzhi’s eyes dimmed slightly, though her voice was still gentle. “If you’re not suitable, then no one is.”
Mu Liuyin blinked. What the hell?!
She replayed Mu Qingzhi’s words in her mind, a nagging unease creeping into her chest—and that unease turned into reality as night fell.
When a servant came in carrying a red bridal gown on a tray, Mu Liuyin’s eyes turned cold. Her voice dropped as well. “Say that again?”
“His Highness instructed me to ask you to try on the wedding dress, Princess.”
Mu Liuyin: “……”
Ignoring the servant, she grabbed the dress and marched straight to Mu Qingzhi’s chambers. The guards at the door didn’t stop her, probably because Mu Qingzhi had given them prior instructions.
As the sound of bells and chains echoed closer, Mu Qingzhi had just propped herself up in bed when something red landed right on her head.
She reached up, pulled off the red fabric blocking her vision, and was immediately met with Mu Liuyin’s furious, tear-bright eyes—her gaze dark as ink, with the corners tinged faint red.
Mu Liuyin was very angry.
“Prince Qi,” Mu Liuyin glared coldly at her, “I am not the bride you’re supposed to marry!”
“Then who else could it be?” Mu Qingzhi chuckled, unfazed by her fury. “Liuyin.”
The way she said her name was laced with tenderness.
Mu Liuyin pretended not to hear it. Her tone was cool. “If you just want to use me to threaten the Moon Dynasty, I’m already in your hands. There’s no need to sacrifice your marriage for this.”
Mu Qingzhi burst out laughing. Her amusement only fueled Mu Liuyin’s anger.
“What the hell are you laughing at?!” she snapped.
“Ahem… nothing.” Mu Qingzhi finally stopped laughing and looked at her flushed, embarrassed expression. Her voice was low and smooth as jade. “If I didn’t have feelings for you, why would I want to marry you?”
Time seemed to freeze.
Mu Liuyin’s already blushing face turned even redder. She stared wide-eyed at the woman in bed, momentarily speechless.
Seeing her stunned, Mu Qingzhi drew upon her inner strength and pulled the younger woman down onto the bed, pinning her beneath her. Looking into her panicked eyes, Mu Qingzhi chuckled softly—and then leaned in.
Her gentle, orchid-like scent filled the space between them. As their faces drew closer, Mu Liuyin instinctively closed her eyes.
When her lips were softly kissed, her mind went completely blank. Her face flushed so red it felt like steam was about to come out of her ears.
But the next moment, when Mu Qingzhi tried to take things further, Mu Liuyin snapped out of it and tried to push her away. Sensing her resistance, Mu Qingzhi grabbed the chains on her wrists and bound her hands together.
“Mu Qingzhi! Let me go!” Her voice trembled, completely lacking in intimidation. “If you keep this up, I swear I won’t treat your injuries anymore!”
Mu Qingzhi just laughed and kept doing as she pleased, utterly unfazed.
Mu Liuyin’s body trembled slightly. She deeply regretted losing her temper and storming in here to confront her.
As Mu Qingzhi’s touches became bolder, Mu Liuyin started struggling again—until she heard her whisper, voice husky with warning:
“Don’t move… or I can’t promise I’ll wait until after we’re married.”
Mu Liuyin froze, completely still. Mu Qingzhi kissed her lips again and murmured, “Good girl.”
Mu Liuyin: “……” Good your ass! Who said anything about getting married, huh?!
And it was in this moment she realized—perhaps because this was a matriarchal world—this body was far too sensitive. With just a few touches from Mu Qingzhi, her eyes were already brimming with tears.
The bells on her chained wrists jingled. Muffled whimpers escaped her tightly bitten lips, her tear-blurred vision catching Mu Qingzhi’s tender gaze.
She blinked once. A single tear slid down her cheek, dampening her long lashes.
…
Mu Liuyin was exhausted. Her eyes were shut, lashes still wet with tears, and she didn’t want to move at all.
She vaguely remembered she was still in Mu Qingzhi’s room. She tried to sit up, but Mu Qingzhi gently pushed her back down and whispered in her ear, “Sleep…”
The next morning.
Mu Liuyin opened her eyes, still misty, and felt disoriented. She shifted slightly, trying to get up, but immediately bumped into someone beside her.
Fully awake now, she stiffly turned to find Mu Qingzhi watching her with a smile in her deep, ink-black eyes.
The absurd memories of the previous night came rushing back.
Eyes wide, Mu Liuyin scrambled to find clothes, only to hear the jingle of chains. She looked down.
Her wrists were still bound together.
Red welts marked her pale skin from being restrained all night.
Mu Liuyin: “……”
Mu Qingzhi opened her eyes and saw her staring expressionlessly at her wrists. Naturally, she also noticed the red marks and reached out to touch them.
Startled by the sudden contact, Mu Liuyin looked up at her, panic in her gaze. Mu Qingzhi smiled softly and undid the cuffs.
Mu Liuyin pressed her lips together, trying to pull away, but Mu Qingzhi only held her tighter.
She glared at her, only to feel a wave of warmth soothing the bruises on her wrists. Mu Qingzhi was using her internal energy to ease the pain.
“Does it still hurt?” she asked gently once the marks had faded.
“Let go,” Mu Liuyin said coldly. “I need to get dressed.”
Mu Qingzhi released her, watching with a smile as Mu Liuyin reached for her clothes.
She was completely naked—even her underclothes had been removed last night. Furious, she snapped, “Turn around!”
“We shared a bed last night… and did everything there was to do,” Mu Qingzhi said with a laugh. “Why is Liuyin still so shy?”
“Shut up!” Mu Liuyin’s face turned crimson. “We didn’t do anything!!!”
Shameless!
Mu Qingzhi only smiled, voice still laced with laughter. “Very well, I’ll listen to you.”
Mu Liuyin: “……”
She put on her underclothes and was about to grab her outer robe when Mu Qingzhi reached over and pressed her hand down, then picked up the red wedding dress Mu Liuyin had thrown at her last night.
As she moved, the blanket slipped off her shoulders, revealing her fair skin and collarbone, now marked with faint red traces left by Mu Liuyin’s desperate resistance. Her black hair fell loosely, making her appear stunningly soft and alluring.
Mu Liuyin’s ears turned red just from looking at her.
Mu Qingzhi acted as if she hadn’t noticed anything. She handed the red dress to Mu Liuyin and said, “Try this on.”
“…I’m not marrying you,” Mu Liuyin replied coldly.
“But,” Mu Qingzhi suddenly lowered her gaze, her voice faint and tinged with grievance, “are you planning to abandon me?”
Mu Liuyin’s lips twitched. Just remembering last night’s events made her want to explode. She sneered, “Mu Qingzhi, I’d rather stay single my whole life than marry you!”
Instead of being offended, Mu Qingzhi chuckled. “If you won’t marry me… I’ll just lock you in this room and do those things to you day and night—until you agree.”
Mu Liuyin: !!!
She stared at Mu Qingzhi in shock, absolutely stunned by how shameless she could be.
“Aren’t you afraid my royal sister will come looking for me? She could use this as a reason to start a war!” she barked.
Mu Qingzhi laughed softly. “She’ll never find you. Don’t worry, Liuyin.”
Mu Liuyin was on the verge of tears. What happened to that aloof and refined prince?! Who is this shameless pervert in front of me?!
“So…” Mu Qingzhi said with a gentle smile, “won’t you try on the bridal gown for me?”
Mu Liuyin: “……”
She gritted her teeth, held back her fury, and finally, with an air of resignation, picked up the red dress and started putting it on piece by piece.
Mu Qingzhi gazed at her, dressed in fiery red.
Like a flame incarnate, beautiful and radiant.
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