He feigned a desire to sniff the scent of the handkerchief again.

"Brother Rong, you're so annoying, give me back my handkerchief..." Little Qian'er blushed and reached out her hand.

Zhao Rong smiled and handed it back. This was indeed a private item of a young lady, and after tonight, it would carry another layer of important significance.

"Hmph."

A certain woman with autumnal eyes suddenly snorted softly.

Whether intentional or not, it immediately drew the attention of Zhao Rong and Little Qian'er towards her.

Zhao Lingfei didn't even glance at a certain big oaf.

Her delicate chin was slightly raised, gazing directly towards the direction outside the bed.

Flipping her hand, she took out a white wedding handkerchief, embroidered with the familiar plump ducks Zhao Rong knew well.

At this moment, it was placed in front of Zhao Lingfei.

At the same time, she gracefully pinched her fingers and plucked the Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower from beside her ear.

With another slender finger raised, seemingly without cutting the skin, a tiny Blood Pearl appeared at the fingertip in an instant, with no wound seen.

Zhao Lingfei's finger tilted slightly and casually.

The Blood Pearl quietly fell, dripping onto the Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower below.

Zhao Lingfei didn't even glance at the reaction of the Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower.

She continued to raise her slender neck slightly, like a white swan disdainfully reaching out its wings, refusing to look at the ground.

With a gentle sideways glance, she elegantly looked towards her husband.

The simple act of this woman with autumnal eyes was to convey a simple message:

Big oaf, hurry up and pick up this pure and chaste white handkerchief of mine and hand it to your lady.

However, this time, the atmosphere around seemed somewhat different.

Zhao Lingfei softly murmured, noticing from the corner of her eye that her husband was bowing his head, motionless.

"Why are you so dazed, not coaxing me?"

She couldn't take it anymore.

Pretending to turn her head nonchalantly.

Then glared at her clueless husband.

But still, he didn't respond, looking down at something, oh, Qian'er too!

What are they looking at?

Zhao Lingfei looked down.

In her hand, there was a flower bud as red as blood.

The Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower had turned red.

Zhao Lingfei's delicate face turned as pale as snow in an instant. She immediately looked towards Zhao Rong, dropping the blood-red flower bud in her hand, and almost simultaneously, she chopped down, snatching the pristine floating Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower from little Qian'er's hand before his eyes. She raised her hand, biting open the fingertip, letting the blood flow straight down, and drip once more onto this new flower bud.

Zhao Lingfei's almond-shaped eyes widened, staring at the point where the petals met the blood.

Almost instantly.

She once again had a flower bud as red as blood in her hand.

The atmosphere on the wedding bed quieted down.

Two blood-red flower buds lay together on the embroidered white handkerchief with plump ducks, indistinguishable which came first.

Yet both were stained with a woman's blood.

Zhao Lingfei raised her head, looking at Zhao Rong's face.

"Brother Rong, do you believe me?"

The woman hadn't called him by this name for a long, long time.

Little Qian'er remained silent as a Cold Cicada.

Even a second of silence at this moment felt interminably long.

Zhao Rong bowed his head, silently gazing for a while at the two blood-red flower buds below.

Suddenly, he reached out, grabbing Zhao Lingfei's finger, which was bleeding profusely after being bitten, and directly put it in his mouth, sucking gently to stop the bleeding.

He did so cautiously.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt the quivering of this bleeding finger in his mouth, just as its owner was trembling.

As he continued to suck, he slightly lifted his eyes to look at her, "How could you be so foolish? I told you both not to mess with unfamiliar things, but now look, you've hurt yourself and are crying."

Zhao Lingfei, looking at his tenderness, argued in a tremulous voice, "I am not crying."

With her other free hand, she quickly lifted it, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, staring unblinkingly at him, "Brother Rong, there is something wrong with these two flowers. I'll have Qian'er pick more; I want to try again!"

"Try what, you silly girl? You're not allowed to test these strange things anymore. Why do you have to compete in everything?" Zhao Rong drew out her finger from his mouth, bowing his head to carefully examine the wound she had bitten open. He nodded lightly, "However, this flower... it is indeed problematic."

Seeing Zhao Rong's demeanor, Zhao Lingfei's heart trembled, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes.

He had seen these two blood-red flower buds before.

There happens to be one in his Sumeru Object at the moment.

Inside the Sumeru Object, it lies quietly beside that Shuangtian Xiaojiao.

It was the little red flower given to him by that transparent woman in the ruins of Wangque City.

"Is this flower from the Moon Palace only able to verify the virgin blood of a woman? Or can it reveal something else... like Qing Jun..." Zhao Rong contemplated silently, as he had just carefully observed and pondered:

"Virgin blood makes the Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower pure white, while non-virgin blood makes it dull and gray. I've never heard of it turning into any other color... Qing Jun's blood can turn it red, what does this mean... A sign of some deep-rooted connection or affinity?"

Zhao Rong suppressed his thoughts and remained silent for now.

He lowered his head and gently sucked on his wife's tender fingertip wound again.

Zhao Lingfei couldn't help but speak, "Do you really believe..."

She stopped mid-sentence.

Decided not to ask.

Sniffled a bit.

Her husband never mentioned the red-dyed Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower, but all of his actions had already said it all, clearly showing his current attitude.

It was more powerful than any comforting words he could say to reassure her of his feelings!

Zhao Lingfei stared unblinkingly at the man before her, seriously examining her wound.

She felt the finger he was sucking on go numb, the sensation spreading up and down her delicate body, plucking at the heartstrings deep within her heart.

Ticklish.

Sweet.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly called out, "Rong'er... husband."

"Hmm?"

"In this world, it doesn't matter how others see me, whether they look down on me or admire me, but you cannot, you must never, ever look down on me, ever."

Her unwarranted insistence, "Do you understand?"

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded in agreement, "Alright."

"Understood, forever and ever." He nodded.

Zhao Lingfei paused, making an unreasonable demand, "Just like before, I don't want you thinking in that direction, you can't think like that, not even a little bit off."

"Okay, my dear."

Zhao Lingfei looked at her husband.

Zhao Rong, with a connection of hearts, raised his head.

They gazed at each other.

Stared for a long time.

She said softly, "I only have you."

Zhao Rong's heart warmed.

Saw his sole reflection in the autumn eyes of the woman.

Indeed, childhood sweethearts, from childhood to adulthood, it seemed she always regarded him as the only one.

When they were children, she held onto the corner of his clothes.

As they grew up, she held his poems.

Now, she knelt on their marriage bed, wearing his bride's wedding dress, becoming his bride.

On the wedding bed, as they gazed into each other's eyes.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly lowered her head, her red lips sucking the finger he had just sucked.

Then, with her red lips and wet finger leaning forward, she took Zhao Rong's slightly open mouth.

Thus.

Between a once-bleeding finger, lips and teeth chased and entwined.

"Oh! You guys..."

Beside them, a little girl who just turned her surprise into joy was stunned, then immediately pouted her pink lips, and with an 'I want in too', squeezed in, the second wife never absent, joining the game of three childhood sweethearts.

Suddenly, the room was filled with spring color.

Time passed, unknown how long, on the dark wedding bed, along with the festive quilt of mandarin ducks, two pure white handkerchiefs were pushed repeatedly to the bed's edge by something unseen. They were either stacked, mixed, entwined together, or spread out alone; as for the two red flower buds, they were carefully wrapped in the white handkerchiefs, then suddenly grasped tightly and crushed into flower pulp, adding two more enchanting shades to the mandarin duck's red quilt.

The night was a little noisy.

Tonight, Zhao Rong didn't care for humans, only for them.

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PS: Taking a break for a day, updates will continue tomorrow night.

Additionally, announcing something important, due to Xiao Rong's downfall, Sword Lady is arranged to be free for two days on Qidian, and also free all year round on Biquge, enjoy the benefits quickly.

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