The Talkative Crown Prince and His Mute Princess Consort - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

That day, a heavy mood settled over the entire household.

Anyone who did not know better would have thought someone had died.

Father and the Crown Prince had always been as incompatible as fire and water.

Yet overnight, they had become in-laws.

Now that they would be bound to run into each other all the time, Father was afraid the Crown Prince would curse him even more viciously.

Baozhu was utterly despondent.

She only hated that she had not been born mute.

She even picked up a cup of scalding water and tried to pour it down her throat.

Thankfully, she was afraid of pain, so that was the end of it.

As for Mother, of course she was busy comforting her beloved daughter.

She practically wished she could tie Baozhu to her own waist and carry her everywhere.

The three of them were all lifeless and gloomy.

They did not even eat.

That worked out nicely for me.

I devoured everything.

Soon, the wedding day arrived.

I sat on the bridal bed, so hungry my stomach was practically stuck to my back.

I groped around for the longans and dates scattered across the bed, secretly eating them with great enthusiasm.

Then someone lifted my bridal veil.

It was Shang Lian.

He smiled, snatched the date from my hand, and tossed it into his mouth.

“If you were hungry, why didn’t you say so? I could have had the servants prepare food for you.”

He chewed for a bit, then suddenly paused.

“I forgot. You’re mute.”

He comforted me, “It’s fine. It doesn’t matter if you can’t speak, as long as you can open your mouth to eat.”

I blinked.

That was true.

He went on comforting me, “If you want to curse someone, tell me.”

“Wherever you point, I’ll curse!”

I blinked again.

He scratched his head and asked in confusion, “Why did you want to curse me last time?”

“Was it because I was harsh with your sister?”

The tips of Shang Lian’s ears flushed red.

“Actually, I’m not harsh. I’ll be very gentle with the Crown Princess Consort.”

The corners of my lips lifted slightly.

I wrote in his palm: [My name is Cao’er.]

Compared to Baoshu, I liked the name Cao’er better.

Because Cao’er was a name I had chosen for myself.

Baoshu had been forced on me by others.

Shang Lian froze for a moment, his face turning red.

“So that’s how it is…”

“From now on, I’ll call you Cao’er.”

I nodded faintly.

Shang Lian curved his lips and fed me a date.

His gaze drifted, and he took a deep breath.

“Then may we have a son soon…”

Shang Lian shut his eyes.

“No! I mean, let’s go to bed early!”

I nodded a little stiffly.

In my mind, I thought of what the old woman in the countryside had told me.

You had to kiss to have a baby.

Was he trying to kiss me?

I glanced at his lips.

They were red and full.

Shang Lian’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

He lowered his head and caught my lips with his.

My eyes widened.

Ah, I was going to have a baby!

Shang Lian held my shoulders and pressed me down onto the bed.

“I’m not harsh at all. I’m very gentle.”

The moment he said that, I knew he had lied to me.

He was clearly fierce and impatient.

Not gentle at all.

And it was not only him who had lied to me.

The old woman from the countryside had lied too.

What happened to kissing being enough to have a baby?