Chapter 22 — The Crown Prince just got married, King Tinh is already waiting outside my room

My eyes suddenly became clear. I reflexively raised my eyes and immediately encountered a pair of eyes as deep as the dark night. Today he was also very carefully prepared, his black hair was crowned with a golden crown, further accentuating his incomparably handsome appearance. His usual cold and arrogant appearance was somewhat softened by the red color of his wedding dress, giving him a bit more of a warm human breath. At this moment, he looked at me without blinking, his eyes burning, with undisguised wonder and clear possessiveness. My cheeks felt hot due to that look, so I quickly lowered my eyes. He laughed softly, his voice carrying a bit of lazy hoarseness because he had been drinking.

“Hiding from what?”

“Let me see clearly.”

He sat down next to me, so close that his warm breath gently brushed my ear. He stretched out his hand, his fingertips gently brushed the cool frozen pearls on the nine-shaped phoenix crown, then followed the contours of my face, slowly sliding down, finally stopping at my chin, gently using force, forcing me to raise my head to face his gaze.

"My princess," his fingertips gently caressed the smooth skin under my chin, his eyes were gentle and focused, as if he was looking at a rare treasure that had just been found after many years of loss, "today, very beautiful."

That frank and hot praise made my ears burn.

“Your Highness…” I instinctively wanted to avoid that burning gaze.

“Call my name.” He interrupted, his voice carrying a gentle command that did not allow refusal, "Tieu Dien."

I opened my mouth slightly, those two words rolled back and forth on the tip of my tongue, but for a moment it was difficult to say them out. He was in no hurry, just patiently looking at me, with encouragement and anticipation in his eyes.

“… Tieu Dien.”

Finally, I called out softly, so softly that it was like the sound of a mosquito. A satisfied smile immediately appeared in his eyes, like melting spring ice, spreading warmth. He took my hand, raised the cup carefully, and brought it in front of me. Arms intertwined, wine passed through the throat, both spicy and sweet. This ritual seems to carry a magical power, bringing the fates of two people together, inseparable. Putting down the wine cup, he still did not let go of my hand, on the contrary, he squeezed it tighter. The rose in the room flickered, the atmosphere suddenly became gloomy and suffocatingly tense. He leaned closer, his tall body completely enveloping me. In those deep eyes, undisguised love and desire roiled intensely.

“Tri Vi,” he called me, his voice was low and hoarse, carrying a charm that made people's hearts tremble, “this time, no one will bother you anymore.”

Before the words were finished, the hot lips covered me again, stronger and more intense than the last time, carrying an imposition that could not be refused, completely taking away my breath. I don't know when the red tent came down, separating inside and outside. The clothes fell to the ground, the crown collided slightly, making a very light jingling sound. In my confusion, I could only feel his hot body temperature, along with a low, satisfied sigh ringing in my ears.

“Finally… I completely have her.”

In the red tent, the candlelight swayed and red filled the room. His kiss It carries unquestionable strength, but in every small detail, a cautious respect is revealed, as if cherishing a fragile treasure that has just been found after many years of loss. I don't know when my clothes were taken off, my skin was so close, his hot temperature was almost unbearable. I clumsily accepted everything, swept away by the strange and intense wave of love he brought, sometimes sinking and floating, I could only weakly cling to his strong arm, like a drowning person holding on to the only buoy. In the madness of love, his hot lips lingered on my neck, leaving thick and burning emotions. The deep, hoarse voice, carrying intense emotion and a satisfaction that was almost like a sigh, rang in my ears.

“Finally, I have her completely.”

That sentence was like a thunderbolt, piercing straight into my mind, tearing apart the last remaining ray of chaos. Ten years of waiting, step by step calculation, forcefully rushing into my life, pulling me out of the dirty mud, protecting me under his wings... all the images flashed before my eyes, finally stopping in his eyes as deep as the sea, where only my silhouette was reflected. My heart suddenly trembled violently, a feeling of bitterness mixed with a vibration that was hard to name rose up in my throat. I closed my eyes, the hand that was originally placed in front of his chest, carrying some weak resistance, finally slowly let go, then gently wrapped around his solid waist. That small response was like sparking the final detonator. His body clearly stopped for a moment, and then, the movements that still retained a trace of restraint suddenly became intense and full of possession.