Chapter 1223: The Wedding (3)

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Lu Yeming stood at the door as Tang Mo’er sat on the carpet beside the floor. Even though he was standing quite a distance away, it was evident even to him the red flush on her face which had reached her pale ears. She was… really embarra.s.sed.

Tang Mo’er coughed and said, “Yeming, why did you prepare such a dress for me? Isn’t it a little too revealing?”

Lu Yeming’s gaze s.h.i.+fted from her bare back to her face. He took big strides towards her, every step steady and swift. Raising his slim fingers, he undid his s.h.i.+rt b.u.t.tons one at a time and took off his blazer. He knelt down beside Tang Mo’er and draped the blazer on her delicate shoulders, protecting her.

“Elder Sis, stand up first. It’s cold on the floor.”

“Mm.”

Tang Mo’er pulled herself up using all four limbs, but her legs gave way again.

“Elder Sis, what’s wrong?” Lu Yeming’s deep eyes landed on her burning face.

Tang Mo’er felt as though her body was burning up. But other than that she felt fine.

She raised her hands to touch her face. “Nothing…”

Lu Yeming took his large hands out of his pockets and placed them on her forehead.

She was burning up.

Why was her temperature so high?

His long fingers were cold from the air outside, and felt good on Tang Mo’er’s face.

“Mmm…”

Tang Mo’er’s red lips parted as she hummed charmingly in satisfaction.

Lu Yeming’s gaze darkened.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Fan Men’s voice floated in from the outside. “Master.”

Lu Yeming retracted his hands silently and spoke. “Come in.”

Fan Men pushed open the door and walked in. Lu Yeming looked back at Tang Mo’er. “Elder Sis, where did you get this dress from?”

Tang Mo’er looked at him in confusion. “Wasn’t this the dress you prepared for me?”

Lu Yeming’s deep eyes flashed sharply as he threw a glance at Fan Men.

Fan Men retreated.

…

Ah Xiao put on the pearl-embroidered princess dress. She had a similar figure to Tang Mo’er, except for the fact that Tang Mo’er had a slimmer waist and more curves.

Tang Mo’er was currently 26 years old, and it would be entirely appropriate to call her a ‘young mature lady’ or a ‘young lady’. Every woman had a different kind of beauty depending on which stage of their lives they were in. Tang Mo’er’s beauty now was soft and delicate and all her smiles were extremely charming.

This was something Ah Xiao could never attain.

“Pull the zipper up for me right now!”

Ah Xiao was sucking her breath in with every ounce of life she had while two maids finally succeeded in pulling the zipper up behind her.

“Wah, Consort, you’re so beautiful.” the maids said as they gazed in wonder at her.

Ah Xiao spun herself around twice in the mirror. The layers of chiffon swayed dreamily while the beautiful pearls emphasized her beauty even more. Even she was mesmerized by herself.

This princess dress really was too beautiful. The West Duke was definitely going to be enchanted by her later.

At this moment, with a loud band, the door was kicked open and two black-clad men rushed in, grabbing hold of Ah Xiao.

Ah Xiao turned pale. “What are you doing? I’m the West Duke’s consort, how dare you be so rude to me? Let me go at once!”

At this moment Fan Men appeared at the door. “Miss Ah Xiao, Master has requested for you.”

…

Tang Mo’er changed out of the nude-colored dress and lay on her soft bed. She closed her eyes and promptly fell asleep.

Lu Yeming sat at the side of her bed, looking at her with his handsome face lowered.

“Enter!”

At this moment, Ah Xiao was pushed into the room.

The black-clad men were rough with her and she stumbled a few steps into the room, almost falling to the ground. She was about to reprimand them when she raised her head and saw Lu Yeming’s exquisite figure sitting on the bed quietly. He was in a white s.h.i.+rt and black trousers. His cold and controlled demeanor made him look even more elegant.

Lu Yeming was the most mesmerizing person Ah Xiao had ever seen in her life.

“West Duke, you were looking for me?” Ah Xiao quickly tidied the princess dress up and posed seductively.

Lu Yeming stirred. He turned his head over slowly as his narrow eyes landed on Ah Xiao. On the princess dress. His face remained calm even as his eyes promptly turned chilly.

“West Duke, aren’t I so pretty? I’ll let you take a good look tonight when you come to my room.” Ah Xiao said this coyly. She wanted nothing more than to leap into his embrace right now.

Lu Yeming parted his thin lips without expression and said, “Get those clothes off her.”

“Yes, West Duke.”

Two black-clad men surged forward and pulled the princess dress off Ah Xiao.

“Ah!”

Ah Xiao screamed in shock at this sudden development. She quickly put her hands up to cover herself. She had only nipple stickers and panties on!

“West Duke, what did I do wrong? I’m your consort, but I’ve been seen by all of them now!” Ah Xiao’s pretty face was pale as she twisted around to look at Yeming and spoke coyly.

She didn’t mind showing herself to him, but she didn’t want his underlings to see her like that. Lu Yeming’s gaze raked along her. Ah Xiao was only 18 and was still very youthful and pretty.

His thin lips twisted into a faint smile and he said playfully with a hint of danger underneath, “Take off the rest of your clothes yourself.”

Ah Xiao’s eyes lit up. Did he want to?

“I’ll take them off then, West Duke.”

Ah Xiao slowly took off whatever clothes she had on. What she imagined was that in the next second, he would come over and pull her into his embrace, and then…

“I’m giving her to you guys.” At this moment, a cold voice spoke softly.

What?

Ah Xiao gasped and looked at Lu Yeming who was standing by the bedside. What did he just say?

Lu Yeming had already lowered his gaze to look at Tang Mo’er. “Take your time, but make sure you don’t kill her. She’s still of use to me.”

“Yes, West Duke.”

The two black-clad men quickly pulled Ah Xiao along.

Ah Xiao was kneeling in fear. What had she done?

“West Duke, I… I’m your consort. How can you give me to them? Are you… blaming me for wearing this princess dress? Jun Xiqing was the one who said you were giving this dress to the woman you loved the most. I was just jealous because I loved you so much, which was why I changed the dress and sprayed aphrodisiac on the other one. W-West Duke, please spare me…”

Ah Xiao wanted to say more, but the black-clad men clamped their hands over her mouth and dragged her away as her eyes shone in fear.

“Master, what would you like me to do with the dress?” Fan Men stepped up and asked.

Lu Yeming’s handsome face was half in the shadows. He gave a vague look and said softly, “Throw it in the bin.”

“Yes, West Duke.” Fan Men nodded.

“And bring me Jun Xiqing.”