CHAPTER 451: CHAPTER 155: THE IMPERIAL EXAMINATION (BACK TO MAIN STORY)_2

Last night was too exhausting, and a mere hour or two of sleep certainly wasn’t enough.

But in the Duke Mansion, one naturally has to follow the rules of the Duke Mansion.

So I moved my body and got up.

Xie Ruotong also forced herself to sit up from the bed at this moment.

The Chief Maid, sensing their movement, walked straight in and drew back the curtains.

Under the curtain,

The young master and the young mistress were both bleary-eyed.

Their fatigue... the Chief Maid naturally assumed, was because they were too tired last night.

But now the young mistress’s clothes were disheveled, revealing a large part of her chest.

The exposed area was covered in purplish bruise marks.

The Chief Maid, being experienced, immediately knew the cause of the young mistress’s marks.

Xie Ruotong, however, did not notice the state of her own body.

Song Yanqing unintentionally turned his head and saw Xie Ruotong’s body.

When he saw the exposed part of Xie Ruotong’s chest, his instinct was to look away.

In an instant, remembering that the Chief Maid was present, if he looked away it would be too conspicuous, so he pretended to naturally look at Xie Ruotong’s body.

On the fair and delicate skin, there were so many, bruise marks.

It looked like there were even bite marks.

Last night...

Song Yanqing’s mind immediately conjured up the images of his uncontrolled roughness towards Xie Ruotong last night.

He had not expected that he would actually hurt Xie Ruotong like that.

Even on the wedding night with Xie Ruilin, he had not left any marks on Xie Ruilin’s body.

"I’ll assist the young mistress and the young master in changing clothes," the Chief Maid quickly said.

The sudden voice.

Brought Song Yanqing back to his senses.

"Where is Qiao’er?" Xie Ruotong casually asked.

"Miss Qiao’er is waiting outside the door."

"You assist the young master in changing; let Qiao’er come in to take care of me," she said.

"Yes, young mistress."

The Chief Maid went to call Qiao’er in.

Qiao’er, of course, was overjoyed.

Thinking of last night between the young master and the young mistress...

Especially when Qiao’er saw the marks on the young mistress’s body.

"Miss, you and the young master last night..." Qiao’er wanted to speak.

She was silenced by a look from Xie Ruotong.

Qiao’er pursed her lips.

In her mind, she thought, the miss must surely be feeling shy.

The Chief Maid and Qiao’er, with their deft hands, quickly dressed Xie Ruotong and Song Yanqing, and also brought in water for them to freshen up.

Xie Ruotong was delayed for a while because of having her hair done.

Song Yanqing sat in a chair to the side, watching Qiao’er help Xie Ruotong with her hairstyle.

After a woman is married, her hairdo changes.

In this moment, Song Yanqing seemed to really feel, as if Xie Ruotong had truly married him!

At this time,

The Chief Maid inspected the bed.

Seeing the bloodstains on the bed, she was even more convinced of the fact that they had consummated their marriage.

Without further delay, she said, "Young mistress, young master, I’ll go back and report to the old lady that you have gotten up."

"Okay," Xie Ruotong replied.

Of course, she knew what the Chief Maid was actually going to report.

In a while,

Xie Ruotong finished dressing up.

She stood up and walked towards Song Yanqing.

Her graceful movements were light and buoyant, irresistibly charming.

Song Yanqing’s eyes flickered.

Before, he had never really looked at Xie Ruotong directly, from last night to today, he noticed that Xie Ruotong was somewhat different from the image he had in his mind.

The image in his mind was that of her childhood.

How could that image capture this gentle and beautiful air of a woman, with a unique feminine charm.

"Let’s go," Xie Ruotong called to Song Yanqing.

She did not notice the different emotions in his eyes.

Song Yanqing nodded slightly.

Together with Xie Ruotong, they followed the proper etiquette and left the room.

The two made their way to the main hall.

"Last night..." Song Yanqing began to speak then hesitated.

"Hmm?" Xie Ruotong was puzzled.

"Does it hurt?" Song Yanqing whispered.

As he spoke, his ears seemed to have turned red.

Xie Ruotong furrowed her brows.

Song Yanqing saw that Xie Ruotong did not understand, "The teeth marks on your body..."

At this moment, Song Yanqing’s ears seemed to grow even redder.

Only then did Xie Ruotong realize.

She laughed lightly, "It was a bit painful when bitten, but it doesn’t hurt now. In a few days, the bruises will fade. You need not worry."

"Okay," Song Yanqing nodded slightly.

Sometimes he felt that Xie Ruotong was indeed more magnanimous than he was.

Unaffected and poised, without the fragile femininity of other women, and utterly different from the delicate Xie Ruilin.

Now, thinking of Xie Ruilin,

Song Yanqing suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart.