The night in the palace was eerily quiet, accompanied only by the rustling of spring leaves swaying in the wind. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting soft shadows that danced along the walls. Yet, the warmth that should have filled the bridal chamber remained distant.

It had been two weeks since the wedding, yet Liang Jun, the Seventh Prince, still kept his distance. Shy, innocent, and far too easily flustered—he was like a little rabbit, always finding ways to escape. His cheeks flushed red whenever their eyes met, and there was always an excuse to avoid intimacy.

A sly smile appeared when he saw her hands that were so supple holding the pages of the book, trembling slightly. Her gaze could never last long, always glancing to the side, before quickly pretending to focus on the ancient writing again. So cute.

Tonight, enough was enough.

In an instant, the silk sash beside the bed wrapped around his wrists, binding him to the bedpost before he could react. Liang Jun’s eyes widened in shock, his body stiffening as he struggled, but the knot held firm.

“W-what… What are you doing?!” His voice trembled, his ears turning a deeper shade of red.

“Securing my overly timid husband,” *came the playful response, dripping with mischief.

He averted his gaze, his face now as red as a cooked crab. “T-this… This isn’t proper! Let me go!”

A soft chuckle filled the air. Fingers deliberately traced the long sleeve of his robe, tugging at the fabric with a lazy motion. “Isn’t it a husband’s duty to fulfill his obligations?”

“AH—! T-this isn’t fair!” Liang Jun stammered, his entire body tensing.

Unfortunately for him, tonight, there was no escape.