Chapter 303

"Husband, you are such a good and reasonable person; how could you truly refuse?"

Du Gu Mi Luo's fingertips gently twisted the tassels on her ceremonial robe, and her lowered eyelashes trembled like a frightened butterfly. She said softly: "The three rules I have listed are all for the sake of our future!"

Her voice was low and gentle, with an imperceptible tremor in the tail.

Every word and sentence indicated that she had no selfish motives and was considering everything from her husband's perspective...

"Oh?"

Yuwen Ze sat on the chair at the opposite table, watching Du Gu Mi Luo with composure, and laughed: "Is that so?"

As he spoke, he leaned back slowly, his posture as leisurely as if he were watching a good play.

"Of course!"

Du Gu Mi Luo nodded, raised her hand to straighten the crooked pearl string on her phoenix crown, and her tone even carried a touch of transcendent confidence: "Take that rule about no children from other women as an example; the world will praise you for your devotion, Husband!"

Her words were full of high-sounding rhetoric.

She was very confident in her ability to manipulate this man!

"You speak better than you sing!"

But Yuwen Ze, who should have been cooperating with the performance, found it amusing. He straightened up, crossed his arms over his chest, and a smile hung on his lips, but his eyes were like poison-quenched blades, scraping across Du Gu Mi Luo's face inch by inch.

Did she really think he, Yuwen Ze, was some kind of weakling?

Did he spend his time by A Xiong's side for nothing?

Did she think he couldn't see what kind of scheme this woman was playing?

No children from other women—wouldn't all the bloodlines of their Jin Wang branch then be controlled by her?

"Husband, how can you say that about me?"

Hearing this, Du Gu Mi Luo raised her hand to cover her mouth, her shoulders trembling violently. Her beautiful face, full of disbelief, was stained with a fragile flush: "It is truly heartbreaking!"

Her voice squeezed out from between her fingers, carrying a heavy nasal tone, and the tail of her voice trembled uncontrollably.

She looked as if she had suffered a great injustice.

This woman really knew how to act... Yuwen Ze remained calm, observing this woman with explosive acting skills, and said: "I will ask you one more time: if I do not agree to these so-called three rules, what will you do then?"

If he hadn't traveled north and south by A Xiong's side these days and seen many bewitching women, he would have almost been bluffed...

Unfortunately, her level was still not high enough!

"If Husband is so unwilling to be ambitious, then I fear we cannot drink this nuptial wine..."

Seeing Yuwen Ze unmoved, Du Gu Mi Luo's eyes filled with coldness. The pitiful look faded, replaced by a touch of resolute stubbornness: "The matter of consummating the marriage will also have to wait until Husband has thought it through!"

In just a few words, she attributed his refusal to agree to the three rules to Yuwen Ze's lack of ambition.

It was full of PUA flavor.

And she threatened him with the consummation of the marriage.

If he didn't follow her wishes, let alone touching her, they wouldn't even drink the nuptial wine!

Du Gu Mi Luo wanted to set rules for him and force him to compromise!

"Damn it!"

Yuwen Ze's face instantly sank like the bottom of a pot, and the anger in his chest exploded like ignited dynamite.

He grabbed the so-called "three rules" that were humiliating to the nation from the table and gripped them tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. His voice was laced with ice shards: "Du Gu Mi Luo, you really know how to push your luck!"

Before the words had even faded, Yuwen Ze swung his arm violently.

That piece of trash paper meant to bind him was torn to shreds.

The paper scraps flew out like snowflakes, hitting Du Gu Mi Luo's face hard.

It was just as A Xiong had said; this arrogant, domineering, and overbearing woman really did cause trouble...

She even wanted to manipulate the entire Jin Wang Mansion from the inside out!

"Why is this different from what I expected?"

"Why isn't he cooperating at all?"

Du Gu Mi Luo was stunned, completely taken aback.

She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her cheek, and only when her fingertips touched the cold paper scraps did she suddenly react—he had torn the paper and thrown it in her face.

But both her rhetoric and the "three rules" were specifically formulated based on the rumors about Yuwen Ze's personality...

According to her script, even if this man resisted, the worst-case scenario was that he would have to agree for the sake of "ambition"!

How could it be like this?

And why was there such a violent reaction?

She had clearly calculated his temperament!

"Dugu woman, get this straight: this is the Jin Wang Mansion, not your Duke of Wei Mansion!"

Yuwen Ze laughed lowly, his laughter full of malice: "I won't let you push your luck!"

As he spoke, he stood up and kicked the low stool beside the dressing table. The stool flipped over with a "clatter," and the powder box fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces.

Did she really think he, Yuwen Ze, was a soft persimmon that could be manipulated by anyone?

A Xiong once said something very correctly: you cannot spoil a bitch!

Immediately, Yuwen Ze took a step forward, preparing for a simple and crude operation...

Whether she wanted to consummate it or not, it had to be done.

"Yuwen Ze, what do you want to do!"

Du Gu Mi Luo was also a sharp person; seeing the man coming toward her with ill intent, she shouted sternly.

"Consummate the marriage, finish the job!"

Yuwen Ze sneered, saying word by word.

He paused, then continued: "If I don't even see red, then I, the Prince Heir, will show you what's coming!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to undo the jade belt at his waist, the jade buckle colliding with a crisp sound.

It was particularly harsh in this deathly silent room.

Was this still the weak and spineless Jin Wang Prince Heir from the rumors? Why was he so overbearing?... At that moment, Du Gu Mi Luo felt deep self-doubt about the information she had gathered. She tightly gripped the pearl-inlaid silver hairpin from her hair in her palm and shouted sternly: "Stop!"

"Take one more step forward, and don't blame me for being impolite!"

Immediately, she turned her wrist, and the tip of the silver hairpin pointed directly at Yuwen Ze's chest.

The pearl on the head of the hairpin shook violently due to her trembling, flashing with a cold light in the candlelight.

"What?"

"Seventh Miss Dugu, drawing a hairpin against your husband on your wedding night—are you trying to murder your husband!"

Seeing this, Yuwen Ze showed no panic. While stopping his steps, he slowly retreated and laughed: "Or is this all instigated by the Duke of Wei!"

The laughter spread along the patterns of the candlelight.

It carried a touch of mocking brightness.

His left hand was behind his back, as if searching for something...

"Don't slander my father..." Du Gu Mi Luo said almost instinctively upon hearing this.

Her arm was shaking, and her palms were full of cold sweat, but she gritted her teeth tightly, refusing to retreat even a little.

She could lose the scheme, but she could not lose so miserably.

This was the pride of a Dugu clan woman!

But before she could finish speaking, she heard a "whoosh," and amber-colored liquid splashed accurately onto Du Gu Mi Luo's face, with most of it splashing into her eyes.

It turned out that Yuwen Ze's left hand had groped for the untouched nuptial wine on the table, and he had swung his wrist violently.

The spicy smell of the wine made her close her eyes tightly, and a short exclamation escaped her throat. The hand gripping the silver hairpin subconsciously loosened.

"Ugh..." She tilted her head in pain, wine droplets hanging on her eyelashes. Her eyes were irritated and sore, and tears flowed uncontrollably, mixing with the wine.

In this moment of distraction, Yuwen Ze had already leaned in and kicked the hairpin out of Du Gu Mi Luo's hand.

"Slap!"

The silver hairpin was knocked to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The pearl on the hairpin rolled a few times in the candlelight and stopped at the foot of the bed, like an abandoned teardrop.

"Du Gu Mi Luo, what use is this amateur kung fu of yours?" Yuwen Ze first backhanded her with a loud slap, then directly removed all offensive items from the woman and pressed her onto the bed.

Did she really think he, Yuwen Ze, had been on the battlefield for nothing?

Did he practice in the heat of summer and the cold of winter for nothing?

"How is his skill also so good?!"

Du Gu Mi Luo was shocked. Her eyes were sore and painful, and she couldn't see his expression at all; she could only feel the strength of his palm and the unquestionable dominance in his words.

The strength to resist had dissipated the moment the wine splashed, and now, firmly controlled by him, she could only struggle in vain.

She never expected that this man would act so decisively, without even caring whether he would hurt her...

"There's no need for us to drink the nuptial wine either..."

"Let's just proceed to the next step!"

Yuwen Ze's hand, which was pinching the woman's chin, suddenly let go and instead gripped her wrists.

He tied her arms behind her back firmly with the bed curtain ties.

The rough brocade made her wrists ache, and she struggled and twisted, but only earned his tighter restraint.

"Yuwen Ze, what... what do you want to do!"

In her blurred vision, Du Gu Mi Luo could only see his leaning shadow. She panicked, having a bad premonition.

"Do what husband and wife should do!"

Yuwen Ze tore open the ties of her ceremonial robe, smiling enigmatically.

"If you continue, I will hate you for the rest of my life!"

Du Gu Mi Luo's voice was sharp with fear.

"Go ahead and hate me!"

Yuwen Ze didn't care, but he didn't go any further.

It wasn't a discovery of conscience, but rather picking up a pot of wine he had placed under the bed beforehand, pinching the woman's jaw, and pouring it straight in.

"Ugh..."

After Du Gu Mi Luo swallowed quite a bit, she coughed lightly and asked: "What did you feed me?"

"Good stuff that will make you cooperate obediently!" Yuwen Ze tossed the wine pot aside.

"What exactly is it!"

"Aphrodisiac!"

"You shameless man!" Du Gu Mi Luo gritted her teeth and said, "Yuwen Ze, even if you force yourself upon me, you will never get my heart!"

"If you don't agree to my conditions, I, Du Gu Mi Luo, will never live in harmony with you!"

The last sentence was almost shouted.

"And so what?" Yuwen Ze didn't care.

In his eyes, this was a bitch even worse than a prostitute...

At least they had professional ethics.

The halo of the red candles shone through the carved window lattice.

"Hot... so hot..."

The bed curtains swayed gently, covering the struggle and panting on the bed, leaving only the crackling sound of burning candles, which was particularly clear in the silent night.