Reborn as a eunuch, the system tells me to seduce the empress?

Chapter 9 Wedding Night

"My lord, are you unhappy with what I've done?"

Su Wanning saw her husband standing motionless at the door, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes, and she lowered her head nervously.

Su Wanning's voice grew softer and softer, and her expression became somewhat uneasy.

"I just thought that since we didn't get to do it during the day, I'd like to make up for it tonight so that you can relax a bit. If you don't like it, I'll change out of my wedding dress right now."

As Su Wanning said this, she turned around and was about to take off her wedding dress.

Seeing this, Lin Mo rushed over and pulled Su Wanning into his arms.

"My wife, don't change." His voice was deep and husky as he rested his chin on the top of her head, inhaling the faint scent of osmanthus in her hair. "My wife, you look even more beautiful than you did three years ago."

Su Wanning was held tightly in his arms, and her whole body stiffened for a moment before going limp.

She slowly wrapped her arms around Lin Mo's waist, pressed her face against his chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat.

"My lord..." Her voice was muffled, with a hint of nasal tone, "I have waited for this day for three years."

Lin Mo tightened his grip on her arm.

"I know," he whispered. "I won't make you wait anymore."

The two hugged for a while before Su Wanning gently pushed his chest away, blushing as she said, "Husband, let's eat first, the food is getting cold."

Lin Mo then released her and sat down at the table.

Su Wanning poured him a glass of wine, then poured one for herself. She picked up her glass, looked at him with her almond-shaped eyes, her gaze filled with a mixture of shyness and seriousness.

"My lord," Su Wanning said softly, with a hint of shyness, "I would like to offer you a toast."

Lin Mo picked up his wine glass, clinked it against Su Wanning's glass, and then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Today's Shaoxing wine was smooth and mellow with a subtle sweetness, but Lin Mo found it exceptionally intoxicating.

Perhaps it's not the alcohol that's intoxicating, but the person in front of you.

Su Wanning drank a glass of wine, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks.

She was not a good drinker to begin with, and after one glass, even the tips of her ears turned a light pink.

The candlelight reflected off her wedding dress, making her look like a budding crabapple blossom.

She served Lin Mo more food, every bite of which was his favorite.

Braised pork belly, sweet and sour fish, stir-fried bamboo shoots, and a small dish of pickled cucumbers.

The dishes were all home-style, but Lin Mo ate very slowly, chewing each bite carefully, as if he wanted to make up for what he had owed her over the past three years, bit by bit.

Su Wanning sat beside him, her hands supporting her chin as she watched him eat, her eyes curving into crescents.

"Husband, is it delicious?" she asked.

"It's delicious." Lin Mo nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

"Then eat more, my husband." Su Wanning picked up another piece of braised pork for him, smiled and said, "You need to eat well to have the strength."

Lin Mo paused with his chopsticks, a slight smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

Lin Mo's lips curled up slightly, and his breathing became heavy: "My wife is right, you need to be well-fed to have the strength."

Su Wanning's ears turned completely red.

When they had almost finished eating, Lin Mo put down his chopsticks, and Su Wanning got up to clear the dishes.

When she bent over, the neckline of her wedding dress opened slightly, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin and delicate collarbone.

Lin Mo's gaze fell on that patch of skin, and his throat bobbed.

"My wife, you look so beautiful today!" Lin Mo's voice was a little hoarse, and his breathing became heavy.

Su Wanning looked up and met his burning gaze, her hands immediately freezing in place.

She was like a fawn caught in the hunter's gaze, frozen in place, her heart pounding like a drum.

"My...my husband..." Su Wanning's voice was barely audible, her breathing rapid, "What...what are you looking at!"

Lin Mo stood up and walked up to her.

He was more than half a head taller than Su Wanning, looking down at her.

The candlelight cast interplay of light and shadow on his face, and his eyes churned with undisguised desire, like a volcano about to erupt.

Su Wanning's legs went weak under his gaze.

She had been married to him for three years and had never seen him look at her like that before.

In the past, Lin Mo's gaze towards her was always gentle, calm, and even carried a hint of barely perceptible guilt.

But at this moment, all he could see in his eyes was naked possessiveness.

That was the look in a man's eyes when he looked at the woman he loved.

Lin Mo bent down and picked her up in his arms.

Su Wanning gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

The hem of the wedding dress cascaded down, drawing a red arc in the air.

Lin Mo carried her to the bed, each step steady.

Su Wanning curled up in his arms, able to feel the warmth of his chest seeping through her clothes, an astonishing heat.

His heart was pounding fast, its steady, powerful beat echoing in her ears like a war drum.

Su Wanning suddenly stopped being nervous.

Because this man was just as nervous as she was.

Lin Mo gently placed her on the bed.

The bright red wedding dress was spread out, contrasting with her snow-white skin, like a richly colored painting.

Her long hair was scattered on the pillow, the red silk flower was askew to one side, and a few strands of hair clung to her cheeks, rising and falling slightly with her rapid breathing.

The candlelight flickered, filling the room with a romantic atmosphere.

Lin Mo leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her body, enveloping her in his shadow.

"My wife." His voice was deep and gentle, as if he were coaxing a fragile treasure, "Today, I will make up for everything I owed you three years ago."

Su Wanning's eyes immediately reddened.

On her wedding night three years ago, she sat alone on the edge of the bed, listening to the man's breathing gradually become steady beside her, and tears silently streamed down her face.

At that time, she thought that this was how her life would be.

She would live as a widow for the rest of her life, keeping a husband who was impotent.

But she never regretted it.

Because Lin Mo treated her well.

He saved her family, gave her a home, treated her with kindness and consideration, and never looked down on her because she had married a eunuch.

Although he could not give her a marital relationship, he gave her respect, dignity, and a real home.

And now.

The man told her that he would make up for everything he owed her.

Su Wanning reached out and cupped Lin Mo's face in her hands. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but a smile curved her lips.

"My husband," her voice trembled with tears, yet brimming with happiness, "I don't want you to repay me. I only want you. It was you three years ago, and it's still you three years later. This lifetime... it's all you."

Looking at the tearful woman beneath him, Lin Mo felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart tightly.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

This time, no one will bother them.

The candlelight flickered gently in the night breeze, casting the shadows of two people onto the window paper, intertwined and indistinguishable.

In the courtyard, the night breeze rustled through the branches of the osmanthus tree, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers.