A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 1159: Honey, You’re So Beautiful!

"Wife, you truly are a sight for sore eyes!"

Tiger exclaimed, his gaze fixed upon her with undisguised admiration.

The bride responded with a demure smile, her head bowed.

"My name is Qin Huarong; my father also held an official post!"

"You..."

"You're quite handsome yourself!"

A blush crept onto her cheeks, her palms growing damp with nervous sweat.

Qin Huarong’s father had indeed served in the Ministry of War. Though his position was modest, he hailed from a respectable lineage.

The match with Tiger, a man unlettered and skilled only in martial arts, seemed, in a way, appropriate.

From her earliest years, witnessing her father’s impressive broadsword practice in the courtyard, emanating an aura of strength and authority that provided her with a profound sense of security and deep admiration.

In the quiet recesses of her heart, she had resolved to wed a man who mirrored her father's imposing presence.

Such commanding charisma and heroic spirit captivated her completely, making her yearn to dissolve into the gentlest of streams and flow into the embrace of such a hero.

Alas, fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Her father’s untimely demise left her vulnerable, her brother, lacking in care, proceeded to marry her off to a sickly, ostentatious scholar, intending to absorb his good fortune.

She felt as though her life had been drained of all its vibrancy and had even contemplated a desperate end.

Yet, a second thought intervened.

Why should she destroy herself for a man she did not love?!

Choosing to live rather than perish, she resolved not to be defeated.

Subsequently, the scholar met his end, and she found herself cast out, finally charting her own course.

At last, the need to gaze upon that frail countenance became a memory, the pervasive medicinal aroma filling the rooms faded.

She no longer had to endure the scornful glances of her husband’s relatives, nor was she compelled to dutifully serve that man.

Her existence could finally be governed by her own free will.

Even if it meant embracing poverty and hardship, it was, at the very least, a life of liberty and stability.

Then, one fateful day.

Quite unexpectedly, a matchmaker arrived at her doorstep, proposing a marriage and detailing the suitor's background.

He was none other than a distinguished Great General, returned victorious from battles, showered with imperial favor, appointed to high honors, and possessing limitless potential...

The matchmaker’s cascade of compliments seemed unending.

However, it was the simple declaration – 'He is the Great General' – that truly resonated with her.

Astonishing!

A Great General, a figure of profound heroism.

Even she found it difficult to believe that the youthful daydreams might still hold a chance of realization.

Consequently, with little hesitation, she accepted the proposal.

And thus...

Through a remarkable twist of fortune, these two individuals found themselves united in this manner.

Qin Huarong hesitantly raised her eyes, studying her husband's rugged features with deep intent.

"Do you object to the fact that I have been married before, that I am no longer a virgin?"

Tiger, utterly consumed by the novel sensation of being praised for his appearance, experienced a profound joy.

His mind, awash in this unaccustomed happiness, impulsively dismissed her concern.

"Who gives a fig about her being a virgin!"

"I couldn't care less!"

"Even if you had taken a life, I would still fancy you!"

"In this life, my affections are solely for you!"

His blunt words, his commanding demeanor, seemed to cloak him in an aura of undeniable heroism.

Qin Huarong felt a stirring of emotion:

A true hero indeed possesses a magnanimous heart, truly a man of substance.

His imposing stature, his chest sculpted with muscles as hard as iron, the prominent veins tracing paths across his hands, his rugged facial structure, his resolute bearing, his unwavering fearlessness in the face of any challenge...

Every aspect of him was so compellingly attractive, imbuing her with an unending fascination.

"Husband..."

Tears welled in Qin Huarong's eyes, overcome with emotion and on the verge of weeping.

Providentially, she had chosen not to end her life then; the heavens had orchestrated such a wonderfully suitable marriage for her.

Gratitude filled her heart towards the divine... thank you!

Tiger, perplexed, wondered at the cause of her tears.

"Wife?"

"Are you experiencing any discomfort?"

"Has that wretched family treated you poorly?! Worry not!"

"Should they dare to mistreat you again, I shall see to their heads!"

Such potent declarations! How remarkably commanding! The Delicate Beauty felt an overwhelming sense of euphoria...

Qin Huarong quickly dabbed at her eyes.

"Husband, please do not be alarmed; I... I am simply overcome with happiness!"

Tiger remained somewhat bewildered.

Was happiness not typically expressed through smiles? Why was she resorting to tears?!

Nevertheless, as long as sadness was not the cause, all was well.

He drew nearer, gathering the Delicate Beauty into his strong arms.

"Have peace of mind, wife!"

"As long as I am present, no one would dare to cause you any harm!"

Qin Huarong felt profoundly touched.

"Husband, I have faith in your words!"

Your frame is as broad and solid as the ramparts of a fortress.

Within your embrace, I find an unparalleled sense of safety and security.

The subtle, clean scent of soap, mingling with a faint hint of perspiration, was unexpectedly pleasing.

That distinct masculine aroma brought her a welcome sense of tranquility.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, initiating a tender kiss upon his lips.

Tiger, who had long suppressed a burgeoning passion, found his restraint dissolving with her kiss.

Like a dam that had finally broken, his pent-up desires surged forth instantaneously.

He swept her into his arms, and together they tumbled onto the bed, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

He moved like a primal force, a ravenous tiger claiming its prize, his lips nuzzling her smooth neck.

"Wife... you’re truly stunning!" he stammered, his voice thick.

His hands continued their work, relentlessly tearing at her garments.

In mere moments, the Beautiful Delicate Lady was completely undressed, not even a single undergarment remaining.

"Husband..."

Qin Huarong’s cheeks bloomed with a mixture of shyness, delight, excitement, and pure thrill.

A true hero, she mused, was so vastly different from her previous husband.

That useless weakling couldn’t even fulfill his most basic duty of procreation, yet he dared to call himself a man?

But this man before her? He was the epitome of manhood!

...

Tiger, too, was brimming with excitement.

Earlier, the Wedding Matron had discreetly advised him to be gentle, to avoid causing the Madam any discomfort...

He had silently pledged to himself as well:

’I must be tender, cherishing my wife with all gentleness!’

However...

The moment Tiger laid eyes upon the beauty’s fair, jade-like, slender, and fragrant soft form...

His mind became a blaze, and all previous considerations were cast aside.

He unfastened his trousers, impatiently revealing his readiness.

Then began...

The passionate embrace, the conquering of territory, the deep and wide advances, the grinding motion to and fro.

An old-school intensity, bathed in sweat, with waves of passion rising and falling, countless postures shifting.

The candlelight danced, soft moans echoed, until finally, the climax was reached, a moment of pure ecstasy!

Tiger fought with all his might, yearning to release the pent-up fervor within.

The beauty below him, her face flushed, was drenched in sweat.

Her slender white arms rested limply on her fierce Tiger husband’s broad shoulders, her entire body surrendered, her gaze unfocused, appearing exceptionally captivating in the dim glow of the candles.

After what felt like an eternity of intimate moments that defied description.

Fierce Tiger was at last spent.

Qin Huarong lay as limp as a noodle.

She remained there, blushing, her eyes distant, only a sliver of consciousness remaining.

She was utterly, profoundly satisfied.

So this was what a real man was like.

So that thing wasn’t limp like a noodle, but as hard as stone.

So this was the ecstasy that the other wives whispered about amongst themselves.

A hero was indeed a hero, truly in a league of his own.

Qin Huarong closed her eyes in blissful contentment.

Tiger, noticing his wife’s near-fainting state, felt a pang of guilt and anxiety.

"Wife... I apologize... I..."

"Wife, are you alright?!"

He berated himself internally! How could he not have held back?

How had he... become so unrestrained?!

His wife’s body was so delicate; if he had caused her harm, what would he do?!