Chapter 248: The Wedding (Part 2)
The incident on the bridge did not affect the wedding procession that followed. The bridal sedan was lifted once more, and the procession slowly moved forward.
Shen Han’s heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled back into place. He patted his chest and said, “That was terrifying. Thankfully, nothing happened.”
“Chief Instructor, did you see that?” Liang Ping stroked his chin. “He… the young lady’s skills haven’t slipped at all. That move just now was lightning-fast. Truly worthy of being a soldier I trained.”
“You trained her, and you’re proud of that?” Shen Han shot him a sidelong glance. “Do you dare repeat that in front of the Commander?”
“I wouldn’t dare,” Liang Ping replied with an awkward laugh.
“Shouldn’t we stop calling her ‘Miss He’ now?” Ma Damei chimed in. “Shouldn’t we call her ‘Young Madam’ instead?”
“That’s not right,” Liang Ping scratched his head. “She holds an official position herself now. We should address her as ‘Lady’.”
“Then… Little He Lady?”
“Sounds like a man’s title.”
“…”
Xiao Mai bent down to pick up a wedding coin from the ground. As he straightened up, he overheard an elderly woman beside him say, “How could Commander Xiao have picked up that bridal veil from the ground himself? It’s so inauspicious!”
“Exactly, exactly,” another woman chimed in. “The bride’s face was seen by others too. So improper.”
“…I heard she originally came from an ordinary commoner family. It’s only natural she doesn’t understand these rules.”
“Even so, she shouldn’t have…”
“Enough!” A loud roar interrupted the gossiping women. They turned to see a burly man with a scarred face glaring at them menacingly. “If she hadn’t stepped out, that boy would be dead by now! You lot, standing there talking without feeling any pain—what do you know?”
The women were startled. The boldest among them retorted sharply, “We’re just talking among ourselves. What’s it to you?”
Wang Ba “shua” drew the long blade from his waist. The women, seeing this, turned pale with fright and fled without another word, abandoning their argument.
Jiang Jiao coughed lightly. “Brother Wang, there’s no need to frighten them like that…”
“These shrews only know how to gossip behind people’s backs. I can’t stand it!” Wang Ba sheathed his blade again, his expression fierce. “What nonsense rules? Who made these rules? I say there are no such rules, so there aren’t!”
He had always been domineering, and Jiang Jiao could only smile helplessly. Xiao Mai, however, shared Wang Ba’s indignation. “Exactly! Why don’t they mention how Brother He just saved someone?”
“Let’s forgive them,” Hong Shan leaned against the bridge railing and chuckled. “Among the three most eligible bachelors in Shuojing City, one has now been taken by your Brother He. It’s only natural they’re upset. Let them vent a little. Be merciful where you can.”
“Brother He’s meddlesome nature hasn’t changed, even after becoming a woman again,” Huang Xiong shook his head and sighed. “Seeing someone in trouble, she rushes to help, regardless of the time or place. In my opinion, Lady He is no different from He Yan of the Liangzhou Guard.”
Wang Ba snorted lightly. “If she weren’t like this, she wouldn’t be herself. Let’s go,” he said, stuffing the large string of wedding coins he had snatched earlier into his robe. “The procession has already moved far ahead.”
…
The bridal sedan circled half the capital before arriving at the gates of Xiao Manor.
Before alighting from the sedan, Chi Wu handed over a bow and arrows. The young man in wedding robes stepped forward, took the longbow, and shot three red arrows toward the base of the sedan. The arrows embedded themselves firmly into the sedan’s underside—a ritual to ward off evil spirits.Bai Rongwei helped He Yan down from the bridal sedan and placed the red cord tied with a love knot into the hands of Xiao Jue and He Yan.
He Yan was veiled beneath her head covering, unable to see anything. Having once been blind for a long time, she had grown accustomed to navigating even in darkness on her own. Yet today, she entrusted herself entirely to another person, placing her complete trust in him with both body and soul.
Holding the love knot, the bride was carefully led across the fire basin and into the wedding hall. The hall was already packed with onlookers. Lin Shuanghe stood at the forefront, his face beaming with joy. Noticing his expression, Yan He couldn’t help but remark with distaste, “What kind of look is that? If one didn’t know better, they’d think you were the one getting married today.”
“This brings me even more joy than my own wedding would,” Lin Shuanghe fanned himself with his folding fan. “What could be more delightful than seeing your closest friend marry another of your closest friends?”
“Your definition of ‘closest friend’ seems rather cheap,” Yan He sneered.
“Brother,” Lin Shuanghe turned to him, “as a loner with hardly any friends, why even bother attending our Huaijin’s wedding banquet?”
“Do you think I wanted to come?” Yan He scoffed. “He Yan sent an invitation to Chengxiu, and Chengxiu forced me to attend. Who wants to watch Xiao Huaijin get married? As if no one else has ever been married.” He glanced at Lin Shuanghe. “Oh, my apologies, I almost forgot—you haven’t.”
“What do you know?” Lin Shuanghe closed his fan with a smile. “I would never give up an entire garden for just one flower.”
Yan He responded with a cold laugh.
While they were talking, He Yan and Xiao Jue had already reached the incense altar. After the music and firecrackers, the couple first offered incense and candles to the deities and ancestral tablets. They then lit incense, bowed low, and returned to their positions. Finally, the bride and groom performed the three bows.
Xiao Jue’s parents were no longer alive, so Bai Rongwei had brought out the ancestral tablets from the family shrine. After bowing to heaven and earth and their parents, the couple faced each other. He Yan lowered her head and bowed, feeling as though a lifetime had passed in that moment.
As they rose, cheers erupted from the crowd, mingled with Cheng Li Su’s boisterous shouts, eager to stir up excitement: “To the bridal chamber! Hurry, Uncle, lift the veil! I want to see Aunt!”
Song Taotao frowned slightly. “Keep your voice down.”
“Why should I?” Cheng Li Su exclaimed excitedly. “Don’t you want to see how Aunt looks in her wedding attire?”
Song Taotao rolled her eyes inwardly. She truly did not want to see—who would want to watch the person they loved marry someone else in a phoenix crown and cloud cape? Yet beside her, someone utterly oblivious kept chattering away: “Ah! I never imagined my big brother would end up becoming my aunt. How unbelievable!”
He Yan was ushered into the bridal chamber by Qingmei and Bai Rongwei, leaving behind the noisy crowd outside. Still veiled and unable to see, she sat down and was immediately poked by something. Reaching out, she grabbed a few longans.
Bai Rongwei laughed. “Congratulations, Ah He. It seems you and Huaijin will soon be blessed with a son.”
He Yan: “…”
Qingmei quickly smoothed out the wrinkles on He Yan’s wedding dress and slipped two finger-sized pastries into her mouth, whispering, “Miss, have a bite to tide you over. The groom will be here soon to lift your veil. Be careful not to smudge your lip rouge.”
He Yan had been relatively calm, but Qingmei’s words gradually made her nervous.However, eating something really could ease one's tension a bit. She took three or four bites in a row when from outside came Cheng Li Su's lively voice: "Uncle, hurry up, don't keep Aunt waiting!"
Immediately after, Song Taotao retorted: "You shut up, I think you're the most anxious one here."
A group of people chattered and clamored as they approached. He Yan, with the experiences of two lifetimes combined, thought she had seen plenty of storms and waves, but at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a fine layer of sweat forming in her palms.
The bridal chamber was actually quite spacious, but with Lin Shuanghe's group, Cheng Li Su's group, and Liang Ping's group all crowding in together, even the largest room began to feel a bit cramped.
Xiao Jing handed the scale rod wrapped in red cloth to Xiao Jue and said, "Huai Jin, it's time to lift the bridal veil."
Xiao Jue took the wedding scale and slowly walked up to He Yan.
He Yan sat with her head lowered, able to see his black boots beneath the veil, and suddenly pursed her lips. Since this morning, she hadn't formally seen Xiao Jue yet, but once this veil was lifted, from now on, her life would be tightly intertwined with his. He would become the one standing shoulder to shoulder with her.
How would Xiao Jue see her? He Yan's thoughts wandered wildly. The nervousness of this moment felt as if she had returned to her previous life, sitting before a mirror, slowly removing her mask, gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar face beneath it—like a grand dream, both real and illusory.
The wedding scale hooked the edge of the bridal veil, and then, bit by bit, the world before her brightened. He Yan gripped the hem of her robe beside her and slowly raised her head to look at the person before her.
She fell into a pair of dark eyes.
In that instant, the moonlight was hazy, the sky clear and bright. The man stood just a step away, looking down at her. His red robes blazed like fire, stunningly beautiful even among this crowd. His pupils were as dark as the night sky, yet within that darkness, they reflected a complete, clear image of herself.
His eyes held no one else, only her.
He Yan stared at him in a daze, as if for an eternity, ready to gaze at him forever.
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. No one knew how much time passed until Lin Shuanghe's exaggerated exclamation broke the silence: "Heavens! I've attended at least eight or ten wedding banquets, but this is the first time I've seen such a beautiful bride! What incredible luck our Huai Jin has to marry a fairy descended from the heavens! What kind of virtue did he cultivate in his past life to deserve such fortune in this one!"
"Are you here to perform an opera?" Yan He scoffed, digging at his ear. "All smooth talk."
Shen Han and the other instructors were stunned, and Liang Ping even blushed, saying, "I never thought... He Yan, this kid, would look even more beautiful in bridal attire than Physician Shen."
"If you want to die, I won't stop you," Shen Han warned in a low voice. "Just don't drag me down with you."
"My aunt is too beautiful! Truly worthy of being my aunt!" Cheng Li Su clenched his fists excitedly. "I declare, the most beautiful person in Shuojing City is my aunt!"
Song Taotao facepalmed, but from a woman's perspective, He Yan today was truly excessively beautiful. Though she was dashing and elegant when dressed as a man, sitting here now, looking up at the man before her, her eyes sparkled like stars scattered across the Milky Way.
"Brother Wang," Xiao Mai asked Wang Ba, "this time, even you have to admit that Brother He is really beautiful, right?"Wang Ba waved his hand impatiently. "It's passable." Yet he couldn't help stealing a few more glances.
"Brother He looks very good," Jiang Jiao said with a smile. "I see Commander Xiao treats her with great care and respect."
Men understand men all too well.
Bai Rongwei gently reminded with a soft smile, "It's time to drink the nuptial wine."
He Yan snapped back to attention and, supported by Qingmei, stood up. Xiao Jue picked up the pot on the table and poured wine into two cups. He Yan carefully lifted one cup, linked arms with him, and lowered her head to drink.
Bai Rongwei smiled and said, "After drinking the nuptial wine, husband and wife become one, equal in status, sharing honor and humility, never to part."
With that, the nuptial wine ceremony was complete. He Yan let out a soft sigh of relief, though she didn't dare look up at Xiao Jue again.
After drinking the nuptial wine, the groom was supposed to go to the main hall. The lively crowd once again surrounded Xiao Jue and escorted him away, leaving only Qingmei and He Yan in the room.
As soon as the door closed, He Yan plopped down on the bed, patted her chest, and said, "Finally, it's over. I was almost scared to death."
"Huh?" Qingmei said in surprise. "Was the young lady nervous just now? This servant thought you looked perfectly at ease."
"At ease, my foot. I was just pretending." He Yan took off the phoenix crown from her head. Though it looked small and delicate, the pearls and gemstones adorning it made it surprisingly heavy. After wearing it for so long, her neck was sore.
Qingmei helped He Yan set the phoenix crown aside. Seeing He Yan already unbuttoning her wedding robe, she was startled and quickly pressed He Yan's hand down. "Young lady, there's no need to take off the robe."
"It's really hot in here, and this outfit has so many layers," He Yan complained helplessly. To ward off the cold, the room's heating stove was blazing, but the wedding robe had multiple layers. Even in the middle of winter, a fine layer of sweat had formed on her forehead.
But Qingmei was stubborn. "No, young lady. You must listen to me on this. You can't take it off."
He Yan stood her ground for a while but eventually gave in. "Alright, I'll do as you say."
She stood up. After sitting in the bridal sedan for half a day, her legs and feet were numb. She poured herself a cup of hot tea and, while drinking, began to examine the bridal chamber. The more she looked, the stranger her expression became.
When He Yan had first returned to Shuojing, she had stayed at the Xiao residence for a while and had even visited Xiao Jue's room. His room had seemed cold, simple, and extremely plain, with nothing but white and black. But now, aside from the pasted "double happiness" characters and red paper decorations, the bridal chamber was gaudily decorated. Even the table legs were covered with light pink cloth covers, making He Yan's lips twitch.
How had Xiao Jue's taste changed so drastically in such a short time? She didn't mind—moving from Miss He's room to this one was just exchanging one gaudy place for another. But wouldn't Xiao Jue feel uncomfortable? Look at the copper mirror with its lace trim, the pink curtains hung with sachets... It was practically a pleasure house!
Utterly insane!
As she was thinking this, she heard Qingmei calling her softly, "Young lady, young lady..."
He Yan turned around and saw Qingmei standing by the bed, looking troubled. "What's wrong?" she asked.“Miss, the mistress passed away early, and when you were married, although there was Miss Chengxiu, she was still quite young. The other day, Aunt Liu from the alley gave me something…” Her face flushed crimson, and she stammered, as if struggling to speak. Trembling, she pulled something from her bosom, not daring to look at it, and shoved it into He Yan’s hands. “Aunt Liu said that when a girl gets married, her mother should give her this… so I brought it back…”
He Yan looked down to see a palm-sized booklet in her hand. She glanced suspiciously at Qingmei, and as soon as she opened it, Qingmei turned away in a panic.
“Huh?” He Yan took a look. “Isn’t this a spring picture book?”
“Miss!” Qingmei’s eyes widened, momentarily forgetting her embarrassment. “How can you say it so directly?”
“Then how should I say it?” He Yan asked her. “You’ve seen it, haven’t you? If you hadn’t, why would you be so nervous?”
“I only glanced at it…” Qingmei was on the verge of tears. “No, miss, this isn’t for me to see—it’s for you…” When Qingmei had first given this to He Yan, she had been extremely conflicted. After all, she was also an unmarried girl, and giving He Yan something like this was truly difficult to explain. Who would have thought He Yan would be so forthright, casually flipping through it and even commenting, “Aunt Liu is too stingy. This book must be from three or five years ago, right? The style is so outdated. If she’s giving a wedding gift, why not give something more recent? Tsk, tsk, it’s not as good as the one I saw before…”
“Miss!” Qingmei stared at her in disbelief. “The one you saw before? When did you see it? Where did you see it?”
“Uh…” He Yan recalled that in this little maid’s mind, she was probably still the former Miss He, so she brushed it off. “I was just talking nonsense. Forget it.”
She turned to leave, but Qingmei clung to her like a tail. “Miss, please explain clearly. When exactly did you see it?”
“I don’t remember!”
Amidst their banter and laughter, a long time passed, and the sky gradually darkened. After He Yan finished all the exquisite pastries on the table, there was a commotion outside.
She quickly sat up straight, assuming a dignified and polite posture. Qingmei went to open the door, and as soon as it opened, she saw Lin Shuanghe supporting Xiao Jue as he walked in.
“Huh?” Qingmei was taken aback. “Is the groom drunk?”
Hearing this, He Yan stood up. Lin Shuanghe helped Xiao Jue sit by the couch and smiled at He Yan. “Sister He… sister-in-law, Huaijin drank a bit too much today, so I brought him back.”
“How could he drink so much?” Qingmei complained. “How can he…” She swallowed the rest of her words and gave her mistress a resentful look. Having spent so much time with He Yan, she had also learned to speak without restraint.
He Yan turned to look at Xiao Jue. Supported by Lin Shuanghe, he sat by the couch, leaning his head against the bedpost with his eyes closed. His expression was calm, showing no sign of discomfort, but he seemed unable to handle the alcohol.
“Xiao Jue actually gets drunk?” she mused aloud."Everyone insisted on drinking a toast with him, how could he not get drunk?" Lin Shuanghe sighed. "After all, Huaijin's wedding is a major event, and those military men can all hold their liquor. He's still in decent shape—just go look outside in the main hall, people are sprawled all over the floor, vomiting everywhere. Especially Yan He," he seemed rather exasperated, "he kept dragging Huaijin around to drink, just trying to see who could outdrink the other. Why is his competitive spirit so strong?"
He Yan asked, "Did Yan He win?"
"How could he?" Lin Shuanghe chuckled. "He was carried back."
He Yan: "..."
"Anyway, I've delivered him," Lin Shuanghe fanned himself lightly. "My mission is accomplished. Sister He, remember to take good care of Huaijin," he smiled slightly. "The night is short, don't waste it."
He Yan: "Wait!"
Before she could finish, Lin Shuanghe had already walked away with a carefree air.
"Young lady..." Qingmei said timidly, "then this servant will also take her leave."
"Why are you leaving?" He Yan called out. "Help me give a hand!"
"This... might be somewhat inconvenient." Qingmei looked as if facing a great enemy, waving her hands repeatedly. "Besides, this servant isn't very strong. I heard that when you were at Liangzhou Guard, you could lift a huge rock all by yourself. Surely you can take care of Commander Xiao alone." She retreated toward the door as she spoke. "Well, this servant is leaving too!"
"Hey!"
This little maid was sometimes terribly timid, yet at other times quite good at arguing. He Yan sighed. Now the room truly held only Xiao Jue and herself.
She turned to look at Xiao Jue.
When this man was drunk, he was also very quiet—neither causing a drunken scene nor speaking nonsense. He simply leaned against the headboard as if dozing. He Yan walked over and first gave him a gentle push. "Xiao Jue?"
No response. She then waved her hand in front of his face, but Xiao Jue remained quietly with his eyes closed. He Yan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Xiao Jue was indeed drunk.
Alright, she had once been drunk in front of Xiao Jue, and now Xiao Jue was drunk in front of her. One time each—fair enough. He Yan sat down beside him and leaned in for a closer look.
When Xiao Jue closed his eyes, his eyelashes obediently drooped like tiny butterfly wings. He Yan felt an itch in her heart and couldn't resist reaching out to touch them.
The young man's brows furrowed slightly. She quickly withdrew her hand, thinking he had woken up. After a while, seeing no reaction from Xiao Jue, her courage gradually grew.
He Yan had never denied Xiao Jue's beauty. Back in the Virtuous Prosperity Academy, even though he couldn't be bothered with anyone, he still attracted admirers in droves. Later, as the Right Army Commander, despite rumors of his ruthlessness, he never fell out of the top three in "Shuojing's Dream Lovers"—all thanks to that face. He Yan moved closer, her gaze fixed on him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," she sighed. "Elegant and transcendent, divine as jade."
Just looking at his face, one could never tell he spent his days on the battlefield. Wind, frost, swords, and spears—how did his face show no trace of weariness? His skin was like jade, his features handsome, and his jawline exquisitely defined, enough to stir wicked thoughts in anyone's heart. He Yan sighed. When the heavens crafted Xiao Jue, they must have poured their utmost care into him. This was perhaps the kind of life others could only envy but never attain.He Yan looked at the man leaning against the wall, a surge of wickedness rising within her. She exclaimed, "Such a beautiful person has fallen into my hands now. This once-in-a-century opportunity—if I don’t do as I please, I’d be letting myself down." As she spoke, she began unbuttoning Xiao Jue’s robe.
The wedding attire was layered and intricate, and the room felt stifling. Noticing Xiao Jue’s face slightly flushed, likely from the heat, she thought it a kind gesture to help him remove his outer robe and settle him onto the bed, so they could rest early for the day. Unexpectedly, the buttons proved just as elaborate. She lowered her head to undo them, managing the first one and moving on to the second when suddenly, her hand was caught.
He Yan looked up in surprise, meeting a pair of profound, dark eyes that were clear and sharp. His voice was light, tinged with mockery. "So, how exactly do you plan to have your way with me?"
His gaze was entirely lucid, without a hint of drunkenness. He Yan exclaimed, "You're not drunk?"
Xiao Jue curled his lips slightly. "A little."
I don't believe a word of it! He Yan thought to herself. His demeanor clearly showed he had been awake the whole time. At least she hadn't done anything more outrageous earlier.
He Yan forced an awkward laugh. "Well, it's good that you're awake..."
"Explain," he said, not intending to let her off the hook. He Yan's hand, still resting on Xiao Jue's chest, remained firmly in his grasp. He stared at her with a half-smile. "How exactly do you plan to have your way with me?"
He Yan tried to pull her hand back but couldn't break free. An inexplicable panic set in, and her words stumbled. "I just... thought you were wearing too much, and it's too hot in the room... I was just helping you undo a couple of buttons..."
"Liar," Xiao Jue raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on her. "I think you were trying to take advantage of me."
He Yan: "..."
Seriously? Undoing a button counts as taking advantage?
Her hand on Xiao Jue's chest felt as if it had touched a branding iron, and she herself began to burn with embarrassment. In a daze, He Yan blurted out, "No, no, no, how can that be called taking advantage? There's nothing I haven't seen before. I've even seen the red mole on your waist..."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Xiao Jue stiffened slightly.
After a long pause, he finally spoke calmly. "You're quite bold."
He Yan snapped back to reality, inwardly cursing herself. At this moment, half of her body was draped over Xiao Jue, her hand trapped in his grip, clutching his collar—she looked exactly like a shameless female ruffian forcing herself on him. But with Xiao Jue refusing to let go, she could only remain frozen in this awkward position.
"Xiao Jue, let me go first. We can talk properly..." she managed to squeeze out after a long struggle.
Xiao Jue's gaze swept over her coolly before he abruptly released her hand. He Yan let out a huge sigh of relief, wondering if the heater in the room had somehow conjured a sun. Why was it so stiflingly hot, making her heart race and her breath short?
Xiao Jue's eyes fell on a corner of a book peeking out from under the blanket. He paused for a moment before reaching for it. "What is this?"
He Yan looked up just in time to see his movement and immediately paled. "Wait!"
Her protest was in vain. Xiao Jue had already taken it in his hand. Instinctively, He Yan lunged toward him, trying to snatch it away.
That was the little booklet Qingmei had given her!
Earlier, while fooling around with Qingmei, He Yan hadn't had time to put it away before Lin Shuanghe entered. She had hastily stuffed it under the blanket, never expecting Xiao Jue to find it now. He Yan still vividly remembered how Xiao Jue's expression had darkened in Jiyang City when he caught her looking at that spring illustration. On such a joyous day, she really didn't want to provoke this young master again.
He Yan tried to grab the booklet, but Xiao Jue blocked her with his arm. She reached out again, only to be evaded once more. In a flurry of dodges and retreats, Xiao Jue, with his longer reach, held the booklet just out of her grasp. Desperate, He Yan leaped forward to tackle him but accidentally tripped over the edge of the bed, tumbling straight toward the couch. Seeing this, Xiao Jue pulled her toward him, and the two of them fell heavily onto the bed.
The bed let out a deafening crash.
He Yan glanced back. Thank goodness, it didn't collapse. It's sturdy enough.
She looked at the booklet now in her grasp and breathed a sigh of relief.
The next moment, lively voices echoed from outside, unmistakably Cheng Li Su's exclamation.
"Wow! That was quite the commotion. My uncle is really something!"Immediately after, Chi Wu's voice rang out again: "Who let Young Master Cheng in? Get him out of here!"
"I don't want to! I want to stay a little longer! Let go of me—"
It seemed Cheng Li Su was being dragged away, and outside the door gradually returned to calm.
He Yan was stunned for a moment before snapping back to reality. She was lying on top of Xiao Jue, still tightly clutching the booklet in her hand, her head pressed against his chest. She could feel the slight vibration in his chest, as if he were chuckling softly.
He... was laughing?
He Yan abruptly pushed herself up halfway, looking down at Xiao Jue beneath her.
He raised his eyes and lazily spoke: "General He is impressive."
"That's... only natural," He Yan replied, slightly dazed. "I'm not the last-place student from the Virtuous Prosperity Academy anymore."
"Hmm," he murmured, his deep black eyes seeming to hold a faint smile as he rested his hands behind his head. "General He, a heroine among women, undefeated in battle—I concede defeat."
"You don't sound very sincere," He Yan pretended to scold him. "Since I won, shouldn't there be a reward?"
Xiao Jue's tone lifted slightly: "What reward do you want?"
He Yan was still pondering when, without warning, the world spun around her. Their positions had reversed—she was now beneath him, and Xiao Jue was above her. His features, illuminated by the lamplight filling the room, were like a beautiful dream glimpsed through a window. The rich scent of wine mingled with the fragrance of moon orchid from his robes, intoxicating her senses.
"How about this as a reward?"
His belt was slowly pulled loose.
He Yan's voice trembled with nervousness as her fingers brushed against the trophy she had seized earlier. She asked, "Xiao Jue, don't you want to... take a look first..."
"No need."
Someone chuckled softly, and the bed curtains instantly slid down, veiling the tender night within.
"General He may not know this, but men are naturally adept at such matters."
...
The moon was like silver, the stars like rain. Where the red candles wept their last tears, spring breezes would return year after year.
Step on the gas, care for no one (.
(End of chapter)
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