Chương 443: He Lian's Exam Tutoring, Mi Zhen's First Night

He Lian leaned closer and lowered her voice, saying, "You need to understand that while your husband may seem gentle and kind, he's a different story in bed. You can't just lie there doing nothing."

Gan Mei blushed even more: "Then... what should we do?"

He Lian smiled and began to share her "practical experience" with them.

From how to relax the body, to how to respond to the husband's movements, to what kind of sounds to make, what kind of posture to use, what position is comfortable, and under what circumstances to call for a stop, everything is explained in great detail.

Mi Zhen and Gan Mei blushed deeply and didn't dare to lift their heads.

But they dared not disobey, for He Lian's "experience" was indeed rich, every word was practical, and she did not hold back at all.

Neither Cai Yan nor Yin Ying mentioned what she said.

When the topic turned to "singing," Gan Mei couldn't hold back any longer and covered her face, asking:

"Sister Lian... you're... you're going to sing again?"

He Lian said in a serious tone, "It's not singing, it's... well, you'll find out when the time comes, just go with the flow."

"Remember this," He Lian said earnestly, "You don't need to speak loudly, but you must speak sincerely. If your husband likes to hear it, don't hold back."

Mi Zhen and Gan Mei exchanged a glance, their expressions both conveying the message: "This is terrible, it's much more complicated than we thought."

Seeing their nervousness, He Lian smiled and patted their hands:

"Don't be afraid, your husband is here. He won't let you suffer. Rest assured, you are both good girls, and your husband will definitely take good care of you."

After listening, the two looked at each other and saw the same meaning in each other's eyes: The older women were so enthusiastic...

However, the slight unease in my heart has completely dissipated.

Afterwards, the two couldn't help but look at each other and burst out laughing. This was hardly a consummation of marriage; it was more like taking the imperial examination and having to "prepare" beforehand.

......

On the evening of the first day, as the sun was setting, warm red candles were lit in the courtyard, illuminating the house with a gentle glow.

In the afternoon, Mi Zhen and her maid cleaned the house thoroughly.

A brand new brocade quilt, bright red, embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, was laid on the bed.

The incense burner was filled with the calming incense given by Yin Ying, and a faint sweet fragrance filled the air.

She even placed a pot of warm wine and two cups on the table, thinking that she would have a drink with her husband later to bolster her courage.

She had just finished showering, her dark hair loosely tied back, the ends still damp.

She was wearing a light green nightgown, which made her skin look as white as jade.

But her fingers kept twisting the handkerchief as she stood by the window, listening to the footsteps outside, her heart pounding like a drum.

With a creak, the door was gently pushed open.

Liu Ce walked in, still carrying the slight chill of the evening.

Seeing Mi Zhen standing by the window, he couldn't help but smile and say:

"Zhen'er, what are you doing standing by the window? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

When Mi Zhen saw him enter, her face instantly turned bright red. Instead of flinching, she turned around, gave him a graceful bow, a gentle smile on her lips, and softly called out:

"My husband."

That one word, "husband," melted Liu Ce's heart.

He walked over with a smile and gently took her hand.

When my fingertips touched her hand, it was slightly cool and a little sweaty, and I knew that this girl was extremely nervous.

"Nervous?" Liu Ce asked in a low voice.

Mi Zhen shook her head, then nodded, and whispered:

"Yes... a little."

Liu Ce smiled, gently pulled her into his arms, and lowered his head to place a kiss on her forehead:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The two were extremely close, nose to nose.

Looking into his gentle eyes, Mi Zhen instantly understood what was about to happen. Her cheeks burned even hotter, but she didn't take a step back. She simply blinked gently and responded softly:

"Um."

Liu Ce lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Mi Zhen stiffened slightly, then relaxed, reaching out to gently embrace his neck, awkwardly yet bravely responding to his kiss without the slightest hesitation.

The red candles burned brightly, swaying gently against the backdrop of the curtains.

The two snuggled together and fell onto the soft bed.

Liu Ce's movements were extremely gentle, gradually calming her tension.

Mi Zhen was a little awkward at first, but as she listened to his gentle whispers in her ear and felt his tenderness, she gradually opened up and followed his rhythm, immersing herself in the gentle atmosphere of the room.

Inside the tent, soft whispers and gasps mingled with warm breaths.

Mi Zhen... couldn't help but grab his arm.

"My husband..."

"(... use your imagination...)" Liu Ce immediately stopped, lowered his head to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and asked in a low voice:

"Zhen'er, does it hurt?"

Mi Zhen bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, shook her head and then nodded, her voice barely audible, carrying an indescribable tenderness:

"(... use your imagination...)" Her awkwardness concealed a wealth of passion; she followed her heart and responded to the man before her.

..................

"... It's not working... it's broken..."

"... Waaaa... waaaa... I don't want it anymore~"..................

They spent the night in passionate lovemaking, and the red candles burned until dawn.

As dawn approached, Mi Zhen nestled in Liu Ce's arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, her face still flushed, feeling completely at ease.

All her previous nervousness and apprehension transformed into a heart full of sweetness and dependence in the tenderness of this night.

She finally understood that her sisters were right; this man was the most reliable support she could rely on in her life.

......

The next evening, as soon as night fell over the Prince of Yan's residence, lanterns were lit early in Ganmei's courtyard.

Unlike Mi Zhen's dignified demeanor, Gan Mei was gentle and soft-hearted. Since entering the mansion, she had been completely obedient to Liu Ce, and her heart and eyes were filled with this man.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, her eyes fixed on the doorway.

Even the maid who came in to add tea for her was startled, clearly extremely nervous.

After hearing Mi Zhen's account of the "battle situation" that afternoon, her anxiety lessened.

But when the time actually came, I still couldn't help feeling flustered.

Her cheeks were burning hot, and her mind was filled with her sisters' words of advice and Liu Ce's gentle appearance.

Just as she was feeling restless, the door was pushed open.

Liu Ce walked in, looked at Gan Mei sitting on the edge of the bed like a frightened little rabbit, and couldn't help but laugh.

He walked slowly over, sat down beside her, gently took her slightly cool hand, and softly called out:

"Mei'er, have you been waiting long?"

Gan Mei trembled, quickly stood up, and bowed gracefully to him, her voice soft and slightly trembling:

"My husband..."

She glanced at Liu Ce furtively, then quickly lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling. She was as docile as a kitten, which softened Liu Ce's heart.