After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 175 Zhao Xiong and Su Yao'er's "Joyful" Wedding Night

On the other side of the Imperial Garden, Xiaodie pouted, feeling wronged. Her eyes were fixed on the bright full moon in the sky, and she couldn't help but mutter, "Sigh~ Look at Miss and the others, they're laughing and talking and eating sesame cakes over there, having such a good time. But we servants can only sit here all alone and admire the moon. Ahhh, it's so incredibly boring!"

Wuming shook his head helplessly, said nothing, and walked straight ahead.

Seeing this, Xiaodie quickly ran after her, anxiously calling out, "Hey, where are you going? Wait for me!"

As Xiaodie and Wuming's figures gradually disappeared into the distance, a lonely yet familiar figure quietly appeared in this tranquil place.

Huan'er walked slowly, as if pulled by invisible ropes. Suddenly, she stopped, her gaze fixed on the vast starry sky, fixed on the bright moon hanging high in the sky. The moonlight, like water, poured down, gilding her with a layer of silvery white, yet also highlighting a touch of ethereal beauty and desolation.

She sighed softly, her face pale and sickly. Instinctively, she touched her slightly protruding belly, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. Surrounded by emptiness, her long-suppressed emotions burst forth like a flood, uncontrollable, and tears streamed down her face. She sobbed softly, murmuring, "What should I do? What should I do?" Her voice was filled with endless helplessness and fear.

Just then, the Fifth Prince, Murong Han, happened to pass by and caught a glimpse of the blurry figure in the distance. His brows furrowed instantly, and he instinctively shouted, "Who's crying over there?"

The sudden sound, like a thunderclap, rang in Huan'er's ears. Terrified, she didn't bother to wipe away her tears, hurriedly glanced back, and then fled in a panic, leaving only the sound of her hurried footsteps echoing in the silent night.

Upon hearing the crying, Murong Han's heart tightened, and he hurried towards the source of the sound with lightning speed. His expression was solemn, and his eyes were piercing as he anxiously searched for the person making the noise.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the place where the sound had come from. He quickly looked around, but saw only an empty garden; there wasn't a soul in sight. His brows furrowed tightly, as if they could trap a fly, and his eyes were full of confusion.

He stood there, lost in thought, utterly bewildered. After pondering for a moment without finding an answer, he snorted coldly, then, filled with suspicion, slowly turned and left.

Huan'er hid behind the artificial hill, covering her mouth tightly with both hands, barely daring to breathe, but tears still welled up uncontrollably.

Her eyes widened as she stared in horror at the departing figure, filled with both fear and anger. Tears streamed down her face, and her body trembled slightly from the intense emotions she was experiencing.

Before they knew it, the night had deepened and the moon was setting in the west. The Empress Dowager showed signs of fatigue and said softly, "It's getting late. Everyone has had a good time today. Go back and rest." Everyone obeyed and bowed to the Empress Dowager and the Emperor in turn to take their leave.

Zhao Xiong was filled with anticipation, yet his steps felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and his palms were sweating with nervousness. He slowly entered the bridal chamber, the flickering candlelight illuminating his slightly trembling figure.

Looking at his bride sitting quietly on the bed, he felt his heart pounding and his throat dry. After a long while, he managed to stammer, "Well, my wife, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!" He then bowed respectfully. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

Su Yao'er sat on the bed, feeling a bit stuffy from the veil. She was already anxious, and hearing Zhao Xiong's nervous expression, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly. She said irritably, "Why don't you lift the veil off yourself!"

Zhao Xiong then seemed to snap out of his daze. "Oh, okay," he hurriedly reached for the scales placed to the side. In old wedding customs, the scales symbolized "satisfaction and good fortune." His hands trembled slightly with nervousness. He finally managed to grasp the scales and slowly reached them towards Su Yao'er's veil. With a gentle lift, the red veil slowly fell, revealing Su Yao'er's delicate face.

Zhao Xiong slowly lifted the veil, and in an instant, their eyes met. The anticipation in their eyes for their new partner instantly transformed into surprise and shock, and they exclaimed in unison, "It's you!"

Su Yao'er stared wide-eyed in disbelief and suddenly stood up. Zhao Xiong was so startled by her sudden action that his face turned pale, and he instinctively took a few steps back.

Su Yao'er was so angry that her eyebrows shot up, and she shouted, "It was you! You thief, how could you be my husband!"

Zhao Xiong panicked, his face flushed as he protested, "I already told you, I didn't steal anything from you! You tigress, how could I have married you!"

"Who are you calling a tigress!" Su Yao'er was furious. She rushed forward and grabbed Zhao Xiong's ear hard.

Zhao Xiong's face contorted in pain as he cried out, "You still say you're not a tigress? Let go!"

Su Yao'er trembled with rage, tightening her grip even more: "I won't let go! Unless you kowtow and apologize to me!"

Zhao Xiong, neck stiff and face flushed, looked like he'd rather die than submit: "Hmph, a real man kneels to heaven, earth, and his parents, but I won't kneel to you! Ah—it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

"You dare to resist!" Su Yao'er was furious with him, and she increased the force in her hands, wishing she could twist his ears off.

Zhao Xiong's face flushed red, his eyes widened, and he roared at Su Yao'er, "Let me tell you, I am the Emperor's personally appointed Protector General, a high-ranking and powerful official, how dare you treat me like this!" He looked as if he wanted to devour Su Yao'er alive.

Su Yao'er, however, was not afraid at all. She raised her eyebrows and retorted fiercely, "So what! I, Su Yao'er, have never been afraid of anything since I was a child. You still dare to go against me!" Her eyes were full of disdain and provocation.

"Ouch! It hurts! If I didn't know you were a woman, I would have... Ahhh!" Before Zhao Xiong could finish speaking, Su Yao'er grabbed his ear and made him howl in pain.

"What have you been up to all along? Hit me! Someone like you, humph!" Su Yao'er sneered, then with a sudden burst of strength, threw Zhao Xiong onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. She stood there arrogantly, her lips curled up in a disdainful smile.

Zhao Xiong scrambled out of bed, looking like a defeated rooster, rubbing his reddened ear as he glared angrily at Su Yao'er. Desperate to salvage his manly dignity, he gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and abruptly stood before Su Yao'er, his voice barely audible as he roared, "You…"

Before he could finish venting his anger, Su Yao'er moved with lightning speed, suddenly raising her foot and kicking him hard in his groin.

Zhao Xiong's face turned deathly pale, his eyes widened, and he instinctively covered his genitals with both hands, letting out a heart-wrenching scream. His trembling finger pointed at Su Yao'er, his voice choked with sobs: "You woman...how could you be so barbaric!"

Su Yao'er put her hands on her hips and smiled triumphantly, as if declaring her victory: "Hmph! This is just a show of force. From now on, if you dare to disrespect me, I will..." As she spoke, she raised her hand, making a gesture as if she was about to hit him hard.

Zhao Xiong instinctively covered his face, but the next second, the sharp pain in his lower body forced him to quickly soothe his genitals. He was both angry and helpless, his eyes filled with resentment, yet he was powerless against the savage woman before him.

With a look of disgust, Su Yao'er threw a stack of blankets at Zhao Xiong's feet, then pointed to the floor without any politeness and said imperiously, "You, sleep here!"

Zhao Xiong's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world: "What! You want me to sleep on the floor! Are you kidding me! I'm a respectable man, and you actually want me to sleep on the ground? No way!" He stiffened his neck, looking like he would never compromise.

Su Yao'er sneered, narrowed her eyes, and asked with ill intent, "You're not sleeping on the floor?"

"I won't sleep!" Zhao Xiong replied resolutely, his tone revealing a stubbornness.

Su Yao'er's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile: "Fine, then kneel down and kowtow to me..."

"What?!" Zhao Xiong could hardly believe his ears, and his eyes blazed with anger.

Su Yao'er, however, was unhurried. She deliberately reached out and gently stroked the soft bed, a look of contentment on her face, as if she were enjoying the comfort of the bed. She muttered to herself, "As long as you kowtow and apologize, I'll let you sleep on this bed..." After saying that, she glanced at Zhao Xiong out of the corner of her eye.

Zhao Xiong's face flushed red and then turned pale with anger. Although he longed for the soft bed, his inherent pride prevented him from giving in easily. He gritted his teeth, grabbed the blanket from the floor, threw it forcefully onto the floor, and roughly spread it out.

Then, he glared at Su Yao'er fiercely, as if venting his dissatisfaction, before collapsing onto the floor with a "plop".

Watching his actions, Su Yao'er's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as she muttered to herself, "Hmph! I didn't expect him to have such backbone! Fine, let's see how long you can hold out!"

After saying that, she lay down comfortably in her warm and cozy bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.