Marry Me

Lang Huan cleared her throat softly. Her voice was gentler than usual, but there was still a firmness in it that couldn't be ignored.

"Be honest with me," she said, locking eyes with Feng Yao. "Does Your Highness want authority over the Dragon Stallion Army?"

Without hesitation, Feng Yao nodded. "Yes."

 The answer came so quickly and confidently that Lang Huan's eyes widened. She fell silent, staring at Feng Yao with a complicated look. Slowly, she took a deep breath.

"Your Highness already has so much power… even without the Dragon Stallion Army," she said quietly. "What are you really planning?"

Feng Yao frowned, clearly annoyed. She gave Lang Huan a light kick on the leg, then walked over to the bed. With a huff, she grabbed a pillow and tossed it at her.

"You told me to be honest! But now that I am, you're still looking at me like that! What do you want from me, huh?" she grumbled, hugging another pillow tightly to her chest as she turned away, cheeks puffed in frustration.

Lang Huan watched her for a moment, unable to suppress a small smile. She looked beautiful—even when she was pouting.

Quietly, Lang Huan stood and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. She reached out and gently tugged Feng Yao closer, coaxing her to sit beside her.

Feng Yao let out a little sigh and sat down.

"I'm not allowed to lie to you," she muttered. "But you don't like my answers either."

Lang Huan chuckled, the sound low and affectionate. She lifted Feng Yao's chin with two fingers and pressed a light kiss to her lips.

"You're almost thirty, but you still act like a child sometimes," she teased, smiling warmly.

Feng Yao gasped, pushing her away with wide eyes. "What?! Are you saying I'm old?!"

"No—no, I didn't!" Lang Huan laughed, quickly pulling her into her arms. She held her close, wrapping her in a tender embrace.

"Who would dare say you're old?" she whispered into her ear. "Your Highness is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Your beauty could topple kingdoms."

Feng Yao's face flushed a deep red. Though her pout remained, her heart was no longer upset. She buried her face into Lang Huan's shoulder, her voice barely audible.

"Sweet talker…"

A shy smile tugged at her lips, betraying the act she tried so hard to maintain.

Lang Huan gently pulled the hairpin from Feng Yao's hair, her fingers brushing through the strands as she freed the long, dark locks. The silky hair cascaded down like a river of ink, framing Feng Yao's face in a way that made her look even more delicate and beautiful.

She gently guided her down onto the bed, their eyes locking in a quiet, intimate moment. In that second, everything seemed to soften, and the world outside disappeared. Then she leaned in, kissing Feng Yao slowly, deeply, until she felt her melt beneath her touch.

Feng Yao responded the kiss, her lips parting. When Lang Huan slid her tongue inside, a soft moan escaped Feng Yao's lips.

"Mmh…"

Lang Huan trailed kisses down her jaw, her tongue tasting the warm skin as she moved lower. 

"Lang Huan…"

Her voice trembled. She couldn't find the words. Lang Huan smiled faintly against her skin, then moved lower, brushing her lips over the delicate curve of Feng Yao's collarbone.

Her tongue moved in slow circles along her throat and gently sucked the soft skin, Feng Yao's fingers curling into Lang Huan's hair.

Then, deliberately, Lang huan sucked deeper. When she finally pulled back, a dark strawberry mark bloomed just above the hollow of Feng Yao's throat.

She admired it for a brief second, then leaned in again, pressing another open-mouthed kiss just below it. Her lips trailed to a second spot along her collarbone, kissing, sucking, leaving another mark behind.

Feng Yao let out a shaky moan, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her fingers clutched at Lang Huan's shoulders, her body warm and responsive beneath every touch.

Lang Huan's hand slid down slowly, brushing along Feng Yao's waist. Her fingers found the silk belt tied at her robe, and she began to loosen it.

But just as she started to pull, Feng Yao's hand reached down and gently caught her wrist.

Her eyes fluttered open, a flicker of clarity rising through the haze of desire. She held Lang Huan's gaze,

"No… don't," she whispered.

Lang Huan's breath hitched. She looked at her, confused, her thumb gently brushing over the back of Feng Yao's hand.

"Why?" she asked quietly.

Feng Yao swallowed, her cheeks flushed.

"If you think you're capable..." she said, her voice trembling slightly, "then marry me."

Lang Huan raised an eyebrow, her gaze steady as she looked down at Feng Yao beneath her. "Your Highness knows I'm a woman. Do you still want me to marry you?"

Feng Yao met her eyes without hesitation. "What's wrong with that? Just because you're a woman, does that mean you're any less worthy of being my consort? What a man can do, a woman can do just as well."

Lang Huan couldn't help but let out a low laugh. Feng Yao's mindset truly defied the expectations of women in this ancient time. Bold, unyielding, and entirely her own.

"Why are you laughing? You don't want to?" Feng Yao asked, her tone turning playful, eyes glinting with challenge. "Don't forget—the Prince of Yan is still waiting to marry me."

Lang Huan's expression turned serious, the laughter fading from her lips. "No one else can marry you. I won't allow it. Your Highness can only marry me."

Then, she leaned down and pressed a teasing kiss to Feng Yao's lips, her teeth gently tugging at her lower lip.

Feng Yao satisfied by the possessiveness in her lover's eyes. "That's the answer I was waiting for," she murmured with a mischievous smile.

Lang Huan quietly lay beside her, the warmth of Feng Yao's body nestled close against her own. Her mind was already racing—how would she convince the Duke of Huguo to accept her decision to marry the Eldest Princess of Great Qi? It wasn't just a matter of love—it was politics and reputation. The court would stir with whispers, and the Emperor himself would never make their union easy.

Palace intrigue was cruel and relentless. She had never wished to be part of that world, but fate left her no choice. She was forced to step into its treacherous whirlpool.

Beside her, Feng Yao slowly drifted off to sleep, her head resting comfortably on Lang Huan's shoulder. Her breathing was soft and steady—like a calming melody.

Lang Huan looked down at her and tightened her embrace, pulling her closer with a protective instinct. No matter what storms lay ahead, she would face them all—for her.

She closed her eyes, her mind still racing with thoughts of the future. But the steady rhythm of Feng Yao's breathing, the warmth of her body against her own, and the quiet comfort of the moment slowly began to soothe her restless thoughts.

With a deep breath, Lang Huan allowed herself to let go, the weight of the world momentarily lifted as she surrendered to the calm. Slowly, her eyelids grew heavier, and despite the lingering worries in her heart, she drifted into a peaceful sleep.