Today Prime Minister Also Wants to Bang His Head on the Pillar

Chapter 5

Even if the Empress was a man, the Emperor and the Empress's grand wedding couldn't lack six ceremonies and rituals. The country was rich and strong in recent years, so the
Emperor's treasury was already filled to the brim. The Empress's betrothal gifts amounted to a total of thirty thousand gold taels, very grandiose.

Of course, the officials also came bearing gifts, among them, the Vice Minister of Palace Secretariat brought the most gifts, hoping to make up for his betrayal with money.

The Emperor married an Empress, yet
everyone secretly sighed, lamenting about how Prime Minister was willing to sacrifice himself for the people's sake. At the same time, they also felt happy. With a righteous person like the Prime Minister staying beside
the Emperor to bring himn back to his senses, the country would be stabled.

On the wedding day, the Emperor and the Prime Minister went through all the marriage protocols, then entered the bridal chamber and drank the nuptial wines. The wine was soaked with deer antlers and Indian mulberry, and had some mild aphrodisiac effect.

The Emperor took a bath and changed clothes, while the maidservant helped the Prime Minister get ready. Despite knowing about this process beforehand, Prime Minister still felt a
little awkward when it actually happened. He didn't allow the maid to help, so he had to handle everything by himself, using the bedroom knowledge crammed into his head
right before marriage.

Returned to the room, he followed the
etiquettes taught by the maids and took off his clothes, then crawled under the quilt.

Right now, the Prime Minister only wished there was a pillar here so he could hit his head and calmed his nervous heart.

His top and bottom were both empty. Thinking about how his backdoor would be unsealed today, Prime Minister became a little
depressed.

The Emperor finished washing and stepped inside after walking through layers and layers of curtains. After the palace servants retreated, he headed to the bed and undressed without sayinga word.

It was mainly because...since the time they drank the nuptial wine, his little one down there had become active, doing any small talks right now just seemed too fake.

Real men do not beat around the bush and talk in circles.

Going straight to business is the way.
The Emperor's face was so serious it scared the Prime Minister a little.

What was he making that face for? It wasn't like this was a forced marriage arranged by their parents!

He could only take it on himself to ease this awkward and embarrassing atmosphere,
"Your Majesty, let me help you." He raised his arms to help the Emperor undressed. The thin quilt slipped down, revealing a white and smooth chest, the two cherries on top were
perking up expectantly.

The Emperor gazed at the face which was rumoured to often get handkerchiefs thrown at, while the Prime Minister undressed him.
His eyes deepened, his throat bobbed up and down, his body heated up as he swallowed unconsciously.

After a while, he looked away and silently thought, that wine was really strong.