The Phoenix Reborn Book II

Chapter 62 Taming the Mingwei Junzhu

Huang Miaoling stared into the void air, his eyes glaring at space and time. The girl was bringing her consciousness back to the days of her serving as Empress Huang, the leader of the back palace, the Dragon couple, the incarnation of the War Goddess.

Behind all the luxurious and dignified names given to him, Huang Miaoling remembered the figure of a woman filled with compassion. However, what did Huang Miaoling gain from all of that?

Death and betrayal.

Huang Miaoling's eyes closed, trying to recall his last moments in his past life. How he pleaded for the justice of the child in his womb, how he was considered a liar by the person he fought for most of his life, and how two people he loved became the reason he lost his life.

All of it was a nightmare that had haunted Huang Miaoling until this life.

Now, Huang Miaoling's nightmare had returned to reality. Wang Chengliu of the past life .. is actually in this life.

Huang Miaoling's eyes opened, the corner of his lips lifted. The girl laughed at the behavior the man had shown her just a moment ago, inviting sympathy, talking about the heart.

Slowly, the mocking smile of Huang Miaoling disappeared. The girl's sight changed.

‘That's how you are, Wang Chengliu. Until the last second and you—’ Huang Miaoling was unable to finish his sentence, even just in his mind. ‘What did I think of in my past life to be able to marry a vile creature like you?’ One tear dropped down his face.

Huang Miaoling took a breath and immediately wiped away the tears with his clothing sleeves. He shouldn't waste his energy crying over a man who is completely uninterested in his feelings.

Thinking of Wang Chengliu on his wedding day, didn't that make Huang Miaoling sin against Liang Fenghong?

After wiping away his tears, Huang Miaoling's eyes caught the existence of a wine jar that was on the table. The girl was silent for a moment, looking at the urn intently.

Then, roughly, Huang Miaoling grabbed the urn. The girl opened the lid of the urn and poured the contents into the cup.

In an instant, Huang Miaoling gulped down the contents of his cup. Then he poured the wine again. It kept repeating itself until the third time, and the girl ignored the cup and immediately gulped the contents of the urn impatiently.

Huang Miaoling snorted as he wiped the remaining wine at the corner of his lips. “Your emissary?” he said with a mocking tone. “After all these years, I've only heard you say that.” He gulped again the contents of the urn ferociously. “Maybe, if you say it first, it will sound more beautiful.” The girl laughed lightly while shaking her head. Then, he slammed the jar onto the table. “Now, it sounds disgusting!”

Qiuyue gasped at the sound of such a loud noise from inside the room. He rushed into the bedroom area only to find Huang Miaoling being half-subdued with a chaotic sitting posture. From Qiuyue's view, the master looked like someone who was trying hard to keep his body from falling over.

“Mrs!” pekik Qiuyue while approaching his master, intending to help Huang Miaoling to straighten the body.

“Not really, Qiuyue?!” huang Miaoling asked making the servant surprised. “Isn't the man a dog*n?!”

Qiuyue's eyes widened to hear such a dirty remark coming out from Huang Miaoling's mouth. “Mrs!” his screeches. “Who are you talking about?!” Panic and confusion adorned his face. ‘What does the Madam regret this marriage?! Did Madam catch Mr Liang cheating?!’ The servant's mind was running wild.

Qiuyue painstakingly caught Huang Miaoling's erratic hand wave, worried that his master would accidentally push the dish plate away from the table. At that moment, the girl realized that her employer's right hand was connected to an urn.

‘The jar ...’ Qiuyue turned his head towards Huang Miaoling, then returned to the urn. ‘Oh, no ...,’ inner. Seeing Huang Miaoling wanting to gulp back down the contents of the urn, Qiuyue exclaimed, “Madam! Don't drink that again! It was wedding night wine!”

Ah, wedding night wine. In contrast to wedding wine which has symbolic meaning and is considered sacred, wedding night wine has the purpose to ... support ‘ the occurrence of a wedding night’.

Understand meaning?

Goody.

In short, for girls who are worried about their wedding night, they will be welcome to drink from the urn. But certainly not in large numbers. That's because .. the wine is so hard.

No. gabe.

Huang Miaoling pressed Qiuyue's face with his palm, blocking the servant from reaching for the urn he was holding. Feeling that Qiuyue was about to take away his drink, Huang Miaoling immediately gulped down the contents until the last drop, like a child swallowing his candy so as not to be snatched by another boy.

“This, you can take.”

Huang Miaoling gave the empty urn to the servant, but Qiuyue just stared at him with a blank look. Most likely, the servant was stunned by the childish actions of his master.

“Tak want?” Not getting a response from his interlocutor, Huang Miaoling slammed the urn back onto the table. “Ya, already.”

Qiuyue was still silent for a few seconds in his place. Then, he turned his head slowly. “N-Mrs, do you feel anything strange?” ask the waiter carefully.

That said, a martial artist would lose his consciousness when he finished one wedding night wine jar. Qiuyue was a little amazed as to how Huang Miaoling could still behave ‘quite’ normally.

Seeing Huang Miaoling not replying to him, Qiuyue felt his heart beating fast. He suspected the effects of the wine were starting to take over. The calmness that finally enveloped the room made him even more frightened, worried that Huang Miaoling had lost consciousness on his wedding night!

“N-Nyon—!?”

Qiuyue was startled by Huang Miaoling who suddenly stood up from his chair. He noticed his master was walking towards the bed with stiff steps—not shabby, just stiff. This made Qiuyue immediately chase after Huang Miaoling, worried that his master would fall.

Before Qiuyue could catch Huang Miaoling's arm to help him walk, the girl plopped down onto the bed violently, letting the crown on her head shift forcefully. The crown tip of the sharp phoenix pressed hard into Huang Miaoling's skin, leaving a red trace on the girl's upper forehead.

“Ah, Mistress! You can't lie in bed before you return!” Qiuyue exclaimed, knowing that Huang Miaoling's actions were believed to bring bad luck. The girl tried hard to get Mingwei Junzhu back down. “Mistress, I beg you, stay like this until the Master returns!” pinta Qiuyue while putting on a face like he wanted to cry.

If there was something wrong with this wedding night, then Qiuyue would obviously be the one to blame. Not only would the Huang family reprimand him, but the Liang family as well!

Wh why? Obviously because Qiuyue was Huang Miaoling's escort servant!

Huang Miaoling looked at Qiuyue for quite a long time, making his servant a little nervous. It was shocking, but the Mingwei Junzhu nodded his head. “Questions for Qiuyue will not refuse, I owe you my life,” take it seriously.

Qiuyue was completely clueless with what Huang Miaoling had said. However, he only knew that he was very grateful for it. Right now, Qiuyue needed nothing but the cooperation of the Master.

Suddenly, Qiuyue's ears caught the sound of laughter from a distance. His eyes grew and his heart beat hard. “Red fabric! Where's the red cloth?!” pekik Qiuyue turned to the right and to the left. “Ah!” He found it lying on the side of the bed. “Use this!”

Huang Miaoling's forehead wrinkled, unhappy with the red cloth that suddenly covered his gaze. Just as his hand was about to pull off the cloth, he felt a slap on the back of his hand.

“Mistress says she will obey me!” siss Qiuyue. “Therefore, you must not touch this cloth.” The waiter raised his index finger, putting on a commemorative expression. “Remember! Only Master Liang can open this red cloth, understand?! Other than Mr. Liang, there can be nothing else!”

Hearing that, Huang Miaoling did not reply. However, a few seconds later, the girl lowered her hand and placed it on top of the thigh obediently. If Qiuyue didn't know what had happened just a moment ago, he would not have realized that his master was under the influence of alcohol.

Qiuyue sighed and immediately ran out of the room. He closed the door behind her, and leaned back there for a moment. His breath feels so tight. Fear and worry were mixed in his heart.

As soon as Qiuyue saw Liang Fenghong's entourage approaching, he immediately ran away from the room. In his heart, Qiuyue prayed, ‘Yes, Sky! Hopefully Mr Liang can tame Madam!’ He grimaces. ‘Marriage night should go smoothly!’

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A/N: Hmm, MP under the influence of alcohol? Seems less exciting? You think? Wait for MIaomiao to wake up or gaskeun? #meaningwhathorrrr?