“What’s the matter?” Feng Jiu’er’s crescent brows suddenly furrowed.

Di Wu Ya didn’t respond right away. Instead, he lowered his head, drawing infinitely closer to the small face before his eyes.

Just as Feng Jiu’er was about to lose her temper, the man’s bewitching voice sounded: “He said…”

He deliberately drew out the words, until his thin lips pressed against her small face, smoother than a peeled egg.

“He’s being pressed hard to marry. Unless we bring back an heir for him this time, he’ll… go on strike.”

“An heir?” Feng Jiu’er’s brow creased slightly.

“Mm.” Di Wu Ya took a light taste of her small face. “Girl, this matter depends on you.”

While Feng Jiu’er was still thinking it over seriously, her ear suddenly itched.

She seemed to realize something, and stretched out both hands, propping them against Di Wu Ya’s firm chest.

That damnable sensation actually made her a little reluctant to let go.

Feng Jiu’er looked at the spot she was touching, and took a sharp breath.

She finally managed to come back to her senses despite his allure, and raised her eyes.

She hadn’t known until she looked—only then did she realize that a flame had somehow ignited in his eyes.

Feng Jiu’er followed Di Wu Ya’s gaze slowly downward, and the instant it reached a certain spot, her eyes went wide.

“Ah…” Where had her blanket gone?

In her panic, she put both hands back into the water, searching around at random.

Her blanket—where was her blanket? She and him had actually…

What Feng Jiu’er didn’t know was that when she had let go of the blanket, the scheming War God Prince had casually flicked the troublesome thing up and tossed it away.

Di Wu Ya watched the flustered girl, his expression not bad at all.

Nothing felt more pleasing to body and mind than being intoxicated in such a wonderful, tender embrace.

Unfortunately, his expression changed in an instant.

“Girl…” Di Wu Ya’s voice carried a trace of bitterness.

“Ah…” Feng Jiu’er let out a low cry and abruptly let go with her hands.

She hadn’t meant to—she’d only wanted to find her blanket, she really hadn’t meant it.

Feng Jiu’er bit her lip hard, glancing around nervously.

She’d done something wrong, and didn’t dare look at him at all.

Feng Jiu’er looked around for a moment, and upon spotting the blanket floating not far away, immediately moved her somewhat stiff body toward it.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t mean to.”

Heavens! What exactly had she just done?

Ninth Imperial Uncle’s pained expression was terrifying!

The moment Feng Jiu’er pulled the blanket over and draped it around herself, she tried to slip away.

But she was a step too slow.

What was wrong with her today? Not only was her mind half a beat slow, but her actions too—had her whole body short-circuited?

Di Wu Ya caught hold of her soft little hand again, pulling the not-so-obedient girl into his embrace.

“Girl.” He held her, sitting back down into the pool water. “Did something bad, and now want to slip away?”

His arms held her with great force, and even his voice dropped low, as if venting some dissatisfaction.

“Who does something bad and doesn’t try to slip away?” Feng Jiu’er swallowed hard before daring to say something so cheeky.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, let go of me, I… still have things to attend to?”

She’d thought it all through before—let everything happen naturally, when the time came.

But this wasn’t what she’d expected. There should at least be a bit of ceremony—not something this heart-stopping!

And besides, she’d angered him—would she end up dying miserably?

No! Not today! At least, not right now!

“Girl.” Di Wu Ya lowered his head, pressing his thin lips close to her ear.

“I remember you asked me when we would marry. Today—how about it?”

“Huh?” Feng Jiu’er blinked, shaking her head furiously. “Not today! Ninth Imperial Uncle, not today!”

She wasn’t ready yet! Truly, not yet!

“Why not?” Di Wu Ya gave the girl no chance to struggle free.

He, too, seemed unable to wait any longer.

Feng Jiu’er finally managed to pull back a little, but when she turned, she found herself caught in the man’s deep, dark eyes.

She blinked, and instantly fell quiet.

“Girl, help me.”

The man’s hoarse, pleasant voice reached her ears, and along with her blood, spread through every part of her body.

All along, it had been him helping her; for her sake, he could give up everything.

And he had never asked anything of her, wanted nothing for himself.

This counted as the first time he’d ever made a request for himself. Could she refuse?

Feng Jiu’er pressed her lips together, took a deep breath, let go of the hand clutching the blanket, and leaned in, wrapping her arms around his lean waist in return.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle.” She called out affectionately.

Held in her embrace, Di Wu Ya gently held the girl in his arms in return.

She said nothing more, and neither did he.

The room was very quiet, with only the trickling sound of the spring water and the beating of their hearts.

After a while, Feng Jiu’er slowly let go of Di Wu Ya, lifted her head, and looked at him.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, let’s… go to the bed.”

Di Wu Ya looked at the woman he loved, and a light lit up in his deep, dark eyes.

His thin lips curved, and he lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

Raising his head again, he swept his large hand backward.

The force of his palm lifted the blankets hanging nearby, and the next moment, the man stood beside the pool, the woman in his arms.

The two blankets that had just been sent flying drifted slowly back down through the air.

Holding Feng Jiu’er with one arm, Di Wu Ya casually caught one blanket and wrapped it around the small woman in his arms, while the other blanket obediently landed over himself.

He glanced down at those bright, lively eyes, then stepped out from behind the screen.

Arriving at the bedside, Di Wu Ya gently laid Feng Jiu’er down on the bed.

His gaze was as gentle as water, the corners of his mouth lifting into a happy smile. “Girl, in this life, I will never fail you.”

“Mm.” Feng Jiu’er pressed her lips tightly together and closed her eyes.

She might not trust everyone in the world, but she would never distrust him.

Feng Jiu’er felt that if even Ninth Imperial Uncle could betray her, then something would truly be wrong with the world.

Di Wu Ya gazed at that small, rosy-pink face, then lowered his head and drew closer.

Feng Jiu’er clenched both fists tightly, even her pink lips trembling slightly.

That she would become Ninth Imperial Uncle’s woman today felt somewhat sudden, and yet also felt only natural.

Still, she really was nervous! So nervous! So nervous!

After today, would things between them stay the same as before? Or would they become even better?

Well, Ninth Imperial Uncle was already so, so good to her—there was no need for it to get any better.

Di Wu Ya leaned in and lay down, bending one arm to prop himself up.

With his other hand, he gently stroked her slightly trembling face.

“Girl.” He seemed to be trying hard to hold something back. “Nervous?”

Di Wu Ya’s lips curved slightly, and he lowered his head again, lightly tasting those sweet pink lips.

“Mm.” Feng Jiu’er shook her head, opening her eyes to look at him.

Saying she wasn’t nervous would be a lie! After all, it was her first time.

Still… Feng Jiu’er’s eyes narrowed slightly, a touch more delight rising in them.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, are you nervous too?”

After her teasing words, her perfectly curved crescent brows still didn’t forget to arch playfully.

Di Wu Ya touched her mischievous brow, closed his eyes, and drew in a breath.

“This prince is not nervous in the least.”

The words had barely left his mouth when he lowered his head, drawing closer…