After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband

Chapter 1101 - 1092: Movement and Stillness

Miss Zhao couldn’t care less who had shoved that book into Dong Chenglang’s hands.Right now she was so shy she didn’t even dare look Dong Chenglang in the eye.

Her mother had stuffed a copy of that book into her hands last night too; she hadn’t dared read it, and who would’ve thought she’d see it again now.

She lowered her head and shoveled rice into her mouth.

Dong Chenglang itched to grab Miss Zhao’s head and straighten it up—he was telling the truth, he really wasn’t lying to her.

But he only dared think it; he didn’t dare do it.

Staring at that book without a name on the cover, Dong Chenglang’s head started to ache.

Then he glanced at the wedding dress Miss Zhao was wearing; the heat in his face cooled a little, but in his heart it felt like a feather was teasing him there, tickling and itchy.

Shy about what?

What is there to be shy about?

They’d already bowed to Heaven and Earth; they were husband and wife now.

Reading this kind of book wasn’t such a big deal.

He reached out to pick up the book, and just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Young Master," a voice called.

Dong Chenglang knew that voice very well; it was Mrs. Li, the servant always by his mother’s side.

At this hour, what was Mrs. Li coming to him for?

Dong Chenglang stood up and walked out.

He opened the door; Mrs. Li glanced into the room and asked Dong Chenglang, "Is the Heir’s wife all right?"

Today’s encounter with the assassins had given her quite a scare.

But from the look of her, she seemed fine.

After hearing Dong Chenglang say Miss Zhao was all right, Mrs. Li was relieved. She pulled Dong Chenglang aside and said, "Today is the great wedding day of Young Master and the Heir’s wife; by rights there shouldn’t have been blood."

"Madam was uneasy, so she found someone to read a divination for Young Master."

"They said tonight is not suitable for consummation; two days later will be the auspicious day."

"..."

Dong Chenglang was stunned.

Get married today, but they wouldn’t let him consummate?

Were they kidding him!

Mrs. Li chuckled. "It’s only two days later; Madam just wants some peace of mind."

"It’s not the ten thousand chances we fear, just that one in ten thousand."

"Young Master, tell the Heir’s wife, so she doesn’t start overthinking it."

When she finished, Mrs. Li just looked at Dong Chenglang, waiting for him to nod.

Dong Chenglang’s face was full of gloom.

He might not be able to hold himself back.

"I know," he said.

Mrs. Li bowed and withdrew.

Dong Chenglang stepped back into the room, closing the door behind him as he went.

Looking at that conspicuous picture on the table, the tips of Dong Chenglang’s ears glowed, as if carved from a piece of blood-red Jade Carving.

One pit after another.

And all of them for him alone!

Dong Chenglang reached out and picked up the book.

But the moment his hand touched it, Miss Zhao fixed her gaze on his hand, and Dong Chenglang’s mind went blank; he flung the book away on reflex, to prove his innocence.

But the more he tried to prove it, the guiltier it looked.

Because he’d thrown the book onto the bridal bed.

Whoosh!

Both of them flushed scarlet at the same time.

Miss Zhao went on shoveling rice, but now she refused to lift her head no matter what.

Dong Chenglang felt he’d been utterly screwed over.

Back in the Capital City he’d been a bit of a rascal, sure, but he’d kept himself clean, and once he entered the army, even more so.

And yet a lousy book had just about destroyed his image.

Especially the part where Prince NanAn had set him up, and he’d still foolishly thanked him for it—Dong Chenglang just wanted to smack himself in the forehead.

The reason Prince NanAn and the others treated him like a brother was because they had similar temperaments.

Since they were alike, that naturally included keeping their word and repaying every slight.

When Xie Jingchen gave him the telescope, he’d made him promise not to use it on the battlefield against Daqi.

Now that Daqi and Nanliang had ceased fighting, as long as Zhao Xu toppled the Nanliang Court, this war wouldn’t flare up again.

Dong Chenglang believed Xie Jingchen wouldn’t mind him using the telescope to bring down the Nanliang Court.

But the telescope had been gifted to him, and yet it had ended up in his uncle’s hands.

It really hadn’t been on purpose.

On this point, Prince NanAn and the others could all testify for him.

Dong Chenglang had been turning over in his mind how to get the telescope back. Right now he could make sure his uncle wouldn’t use it in a future war between Nanliang and Daqi, but what about ten or twenty years from now?

Something that precious would definitely be passed down from generation to generation.

Dong Chenglang felt it necessary to write a letter to Xie Jingchen to explain.

Before his little scheme of tricking his own uncle came to light, he had no way to tell his uncle about his promise; he could only hope for understanding.

Prince NanAn and the others were setting out at first light tomorrow to return to the border. Which meant he had to finish writing the letter today and send it to them.

Only after informing Xie Jingchen could he feel at ease.

That was him keeping his promise.

As for repaying grudges, Prince NanAn had given him that book of spring, palace, and picture, and he was still dying of embarrassment over it; there was no way he could just swallow this breath.

If he didn’t vent it tonight, they’d be gone tomorrow.

Who knew what year or month they’d meet again next time.

Miss Zhao sat there eating, while Dong Chenglang’s mind was spinning at lightning speed.

Who knew what he thought of, but the corners of his lips hooked up in a delighted smile.

He set his chopsticks down, stood, and walked toward the bed.

He picked up the book he’d thrown away, rolled it up casually, then turned back to look at Miss Zhao.

Miss Zhao was looking at him, her face a flush of crimson, more dazzling than the summer evening glow, and her wedding dress made it impossible to look away.

Dong Chenglang walked up to her and said, "You were scared today too, so let’s not consummate tonight. I’ll run away from home for two days and come back."

Miss Zhao: "...???"

Miss Zhao was completely baffled; she had no idea what Dong Chenglang was talking about.

After he finished speaking, seeing Miss Zhao’s utterly confused expression, his heart stirred; he darted forward and brushed a dragonfly-light kiss across her cheek.

It wasn’t as if he wanted to leave.

But if he stayed in the room, looking at her, could he really do nothing?

The heat in Miss Zhao’s cheeks climbed another notch.

She just saw a blur before her eyes, and then Dong Chenglang’s figure disappeared from the room.

He... he just left like that?!

Miss Zhao couldn’t believe it. She ran to the window; the sky was bright with stars and moon, the night air faintly cool.

He definitely had to be teasing her.

Definitely.

Miss Zhao didn’t believe for a second that Dong Chenglang would run away from home on their wedding night.

She was full, and after sipping a few mouthfuls of weak tea, she sat on the bridal bed to wait for Dong Chenglang.

She waited until the red candles burned down halfway, yawning one after another, her eyelids sticking together, and still Dong Chenglang hadn’t come back.

Miss Zhao was furious.

Who runs away from home on their wedding night?!

If he had a problem with her, he could say it outright!

Yet before leaving he had to kiss her cheek and even say he’d be back in two days—who does that?!

Boiling with anger, Miss Zhao stopped waiting for Dong Chenglang and lay down fully clothed to sleep.

Outside the door, a little Maid leaning against a pillar was about to fall asleep.

What happened to the bed creaking like it was supposed to?

It was so late and there still hadn’t been a single sound.

That whole thing about being afraid she’d stupidly knock on the door and ruin Young Master’s good deed so they especially warned her—pure lies!

Thinking of the flowered hairpin she’d given away, the little Maid felt a stab of heartache.

The night slipped by quietly.

With the first light of dawn spreading over the earth, the sun slowly climbed up.

The little Maid was shaken awake, and several other little maids covered their mouths, giggling as they asked, "So, was it really intense in the bridal chamber last night?"

"Intense what?" the little Maid asked, rubbing her eyes.

"The noises, of course."

"There weren’t any," the little Maid said.

"How is that possible?" the other maids said in disbelief.

"There really weren’t," the little Maid said.

"It’s impossible there wasn’t a single sound. You must have fallen asleep and missed it," the other maids insisted.

The little Maid thought for a moment and said, "Well, it’s not like there was absolutely no sound. I did hear Young Miss cry out once last night."

"And then?" the maids pressed.

"I vaguely heard Young Miss say it hurt a lot, and then there was nothing after that."

"..."

The maids all looked at each other.

This wasn’t at all what they’d heard it was like.

The young wives in the household who were already married certainly hadn’t described it that way.

Miss Zhao still hadn’t woken up yet, but the rumor that the Heir of Marquis Changning was no good had already spread throughout the little courtyard.