Once upon a time, that woman sighed softly in a corner of this mansion: One door after another, closing every woman's youth, years, and soul.

At that time, how old was I?

I really don't remember, it seems that everything I can remember is only related to him.

How I want to be the woman she says she is, a woman who really belongs here, a woman who is his.

Let those doors shut me, lock me, and never leave. Whether it's the tall and wide heavy door, or the small courtyard gate of a certain courtyard, even if it's the most inconspicuous door, I want to put myself in it and live forever.

It's not a stay, it's no longer the second sister of the old family in his eyes, or an innocuous little girl who lets herself eat and live for nothing, or even nothing. I just want to be his woman and live here as his woman, above board.

How long have I waited for this day? The calculations are not clear. It's like liking, dependence, and love for him, and I can't tell when it started. I only know that the deeper I fall, the deeper I get, the more I can no longer withdraw, and I don't want to retreat.

Finally, I had a new life of my own, three years after she left.

Finally, I was able to be carried into the door of the mansion where I had lived for many years but longed for more years as Prince Yong's side Fujin.

At this time, I went in in a sedan chair openly, no longer following anyone or anyone, lowering my head and not even daring to come out. The door of the mansion, which was set off by the huge plaque of "Prince Yong's Mansion", was taller, wider, and heavier, and under the sunlight, it was as red as a big red hijab over my head. It's just that in this house, there is no more of that woman's deposit.

Except for Mingxiang, who has been living here with me, the room is empty and there is no one, but the eyes are red.

This is a yard that belongs to me, a brand new yard that can only be owned by a woman.

Candles, tablecloths, bed curtains, bedding, and a qiē are all red symbolizing happy events. Red in the eyes, red to the bottom of the heart.

There was only one me, just like a reminder of my identity, and all of what was covered on me was pink, close to red pink, except for a red hijab.

Is it ironic?

I've waited so many years to get what I wanted?

Even if it is, otherwise, what else!

Yinzhen is here, I know. I keep everything about him in my heart, no matter how lightly he goes, I can distinguish it lightly and will not be mistaken for it. Just because, I have been waiting, looking forward to, looking forward to the day when he can approach me, treat me as a woman, and approach. Just like every time, when he walked towards her, that kind of look, that kind of pace, was different from others.

Yinzhen.

This name, I have been calling in my heart for many years. Today, finally, I am finally going to be his woman, his!

I knew that he had been standing in the room for a long time, so long that I was afraid to breathe, and waited quietly. Wait for him to come over, walk up to me, gently lift my hijab, and look at me...... I'm afraid that if I move a little, I will wake up from a dream.

Mingxiang was afraid that she was the same as me, so she didn't dare to disturb this wait. She knows what is on my mind, just like the second brother, and understands it clearly. The feet that always stood beside my bed, never moved a single bit, quietly guarding me.

"Let's go down."

His voice was low, as usual, even deeper. I couldn't hear his joy, unlike me at this time, full of joy. Some are the indifference I am familiar with, there is indifference, and there are even some helplessness and exhaustion that I will not mistake for him.

This was the first thing I heard when I came in as his side Fujin and heard him say it. Not to me, nor to any of the dignitaries who came to congratulate me for dinner, but to my girl.

I knew, always known, that he didn't want to marry me willingly. It's just that I didn't expect that to this day, he will still react like this after worshipping heaven and earth.

I don't know if it was disappointment or what, my heart was full of joy and seemed to turn cold in an instant with his cold voice.

Mingxiang was gone, and before she had finished her auspicious words, she retracted her voice, bent her knees, and left me quickly and lightly.

There were only two of us in the room, and I couldn't see him. Even though the red candle was still burning, and the bright candlelight was shining through the hijab, I still couldn't see him, I didn't know where he was standing.

I could feel his gaze, his gaze for a long time, and I couldn't help but straighten my back and wrap the handkerchief in my hand, and my heart warmed up little by little, like a crackling candle flame, almost burning myself. It turned out that no matter what he did, I would look forward to his approach, and the first time I took the initiative to approach me, I spent a candle night in this cave room.

Damn it! At this time, I actually thought of that woman again, and my heart turned sour and sweet into a bitter mess. I felt like I was laughing because I had succeeded and finally become his woman, but in my heart, it hurt like blood.

What is he waiting for? What do you think? But like me, do you think of her?

Yinzhen, it's been three years, she hasn't heard from her at all, and she has disappeared for three years, are you still waiting? On the day you marry me and enter the door, you also want to miss her? Aren't you tired!

Yinzhen, do you have to wait any longer? God knows when she'll come back, maybe never! If I could, I really hope she never comes back, never!

The pain in my heart almost cried out, for myself and for him.

He waited, I understand, because of the taste of waiting, I have tasted it for three years. Every long day and night, without his gaze but thinking about the days when he was thinking of him and thinking of him and looking at him, I waited from a child to a girl, and waited for almost all the years of youth, and I had long since locked myself in the door of his heart.

All my heart thinks and hopes for is him. Finally, I waited until today.

At this time, it was my wedding night. Yinzhen, even if I am the first woman you don't know, it is also a marriage given by your emperor Ama, and the side Fujin who is being married by Ming Media, even if you don't care about it, at least, I still tried my best to marry back, don't you really care? Even for my second brother, don't you care at all?

Even so, I cherish and I care.

Right now, right in my room, don't you really feel it! I'm also waiting for you, waiting so hard that my heart hurts, and I still have no regrets.

The candlelight was no longer visible on the floor, and the room was instantly pitch black. I don't have to worry about where he is anymore, because I know that he is coming, step by step, slowly, heavily, until he stops at the bedside, in front of me.

The faint scent of sandalwood emanating from his body, mixed with the strong smell of wine, mingled in the air, all his smell, wrapped me in it.

The owner of the hand on my hijab seems to be struggling more than me, hasn't he thought it through?

The second brother said that the fourth master is a person who does great things, everything is in his heart, and what he does will be done. Don't...... Would you be afraid of a little woman like me?

I don't believe it, I don't believe it at all. I think he's just struggling, how to lift this hijab, how to face me. Even if the second brother doesn't say it, I understand that he doesn't want to marry me but marries me, but I'm afraid that what he did is still the second brother, or that woman, even if I don't want to believe it.

In the darkness, the hijab was gently pulled, stopped for a moment, slowly lifted, and fell behind me. Even if I can't see it, I can easily imagine what he looks like, which has long been engraved in my mind and heart. It's just that I didn't have the opportunity to see him in red for me, just one day.

And the delicate makeup I prepared for him, the long hair that was curled up for him, only I could see it in the mirror earlier, and the fragrance of tea that served me wholeheartedly. He doesn't look and doesn't care.

I don't know how he can see clearly, I, hijab, hand over a glass of wine, a qiē, a qiē, under his leadership, orderly. In my eyes, the room was full of darkness, so dark that the stars and moon were dark. Only his outline can make me concentrate, but it is blurred.

"Sleep."

It was the first thing he said to me on our wedding night, and I don't know how long I would remember it, maybe like in the past years, I remember every word, and maybe, I'll try to make myself try to forget.

He stood up from the side of the bed and took two cautious steps before approaching him. My face is getting hotter and hotter, but I try to tell myself, don't be shy and don't be afraid, from today onwards, this man is mine, and I am his woman.

My fingertips touched somewhere, the soft fabric slid across my fingertips, and my heart lifted nervously, and even my body couldn't help but tremble, and my wrists were pushed away through the sleeves.

I stood in front of him in a daze, looking up but I couldn't see his expression, only to hear a faint and obvious refusal, "No." ”

No? Don't you need me to change his clothes? He doesn't sleep? Or maybe he's not going to sleep with me......

Awkwardly, she withdrew her hand and clenched the handkerchief, her fingertips wrapped in it, wrapped in disbelief and even trembling, and looked up at him with great effort. Time, as if it stood still, none of us moved.

After a long time I got used to the darkness, I could vaguely see his expressionless eyebrows in the shallow moonlight, and then I saw him walk around me to the bedside, and when he passed, he didn't even sweep the hem of his robe to me, and raised his hand to unbuckle the coil himself.

I tried to help him, but I stopped where I was, for fear that if I moved, he would leave and disappear.

He didn't look at me, he took off the big red robe that belonged to me, dropped it casually, sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, didn't look at me, took off his shoes and socks, and lay down.

He doesn't need to wash up? The smell of wine still wafted in the air, lingering for a long time, wasn't he uncomfortable?

He slept like that...... I had to fumble in the dim room, fumbling to take off my jewelry and headdress, and scatter my long hair, but I stood on the edge of the bed and stared at his closed eyes, unable to calm down for a long time, and I didn't know how to take off this wedding dress in front of him.

Shouldn't he take it off?

On the wedding night, he hung me by the bed, and made me embarrassed.

I was thinking about the marriage I was looking forward to, and with him, I just wanted to spend candle nights with his cave room, and it was like this.

That's it, he is a prince and a prince, he is different from ordinary men, and the second brother has already told me, what is the point of entangled at this moment. In my heart, I will be his person sooner or later, and how to become a reality is no longer a matter of concern to me, I have to become his woman first.

took off this pink wedding dress that made me feel aggrieved and sad when I thought about it, and quietly removed the underwear and underwear, and the fit was just a blood-red belly pocket and obscene pants, wrapping my body, a body that no man had ever seen.

Tonight, even if he can't see it, give it to him, give it to him, only give it to him.

Gently hugging himself, his legs pressed against the side of the bed, he couldn't help but tremble.

He is a man, he has the nature of a man, whether he is marrying me for the second brother or for something, from today on, I am his woman. If he liked that woman that way, maybe he would like me too. Maybe I'm not plump enough, a little too petite in their eyes, but that woman, isn't that the same way? I'm younger and prettier than her...... She loved to laugh, and rarely saw her look expressionless, completely different from him. Over the years, I have been tired of laughing, and I have not shown anyone the bitterness in my heart, and I have always tried to smile at everyone in this house, and I have almost developed a habit, and he will like it too.

Holding on to the bed, he carefully crawled into the bed as gently as possible, and when his arms supported his legs, he couldn't help but glance at him, still looking asleep, not moving at all.

I didn't know what I thought, but my body went limp, and I was already lying on his lap, and suddenly I felt his legs tense rapidly. I know, he's awake. This realization made me a little panicked, a little scared, but inexplicably looking forward to it, and I was so nervous that my whole body tensed up like him. The muscles and even bones that hold my ribs under my chest belong to men, unlike me.

I just snorted very softly, he was moving as quickly as if he was about to pull his legs out, I didn't dare to push my subordinate's body hard to get up, but he stopped faster, still lying there, motionless.

He was even harder and tighter like a stone, which made me unbelievable, and I stopped moving and looked at him with my mouth open. The touch of soft silky satin was as hot as the palm of my hand.

I was so shocked that I suddenly withdrew my hand to cover my mouth, covering the surprise that I was about to cry out, but my face was as hot as his reaction just now, which made me dizzy.

Propped up the bed and quickly crawled inside, pulled the brocade quilt embroidered with festive patterns on his body, covering his whole body and couldn't help but tremble, for fear of being discovered by him.

Quietly tilted his head to look over, he was still lying there like just now, lying on his back not far from me. I could hear his breathing, with the smell of wine, and a short, oppressed, wheezing, unlike what I usually saw, from unsteady to lighter, more and more like the old him.

Biting his lower lip and grabbing the quilt on him, he didn't refuse, still with his eyes closed. I looked at him with half my arms crossed, slowly resting my head on his shoulder, leaning my body lightly.

He was a man, and unlike my cold shivering, the arms and body against my soft chest were hard and warm. My waist unconsciously approached, with all my love and the tenderness unique to women, and it was close to him.

I don't know what he's thinking, but he's awake, but he's just like that, but he's lying stiff, the back of his hand is the only light and thin on my body, and it's against the faintly tight and slightly sore part of my body, not moving.

I don't want to know what he's thinking, or who he's thinking, I just know that this is my cave room candle night, which belongs to the two of us.

He's a man, I'm a woman, and tonight, I'm his woman.