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"Even if you indulge, you need to be careful; your bones might break."
Shen Muhan said this while pressing down hard on a spot, causing Shen Muqing to gasp in pain. After a sharp intake of breath, he managed to squeeze out a few words through clenched teeth:
"Damn it!"
He should have guessed it earlier; that woman looked weak, but her strength was comparable to that of an ox. It hurt like hell...
Shen Muhan merely glanced at the grimacing Shen Muqing and suddenly spoke in a low voice:
"Sometimes, don't be deceived by a beautiful appearance; listen carefully to your inner thoughts."
With that, he flipped Shen Muqing upside down, and the latter let out a series of yelps before being tossed onto the bed, drenched in sweat, while Shen Muhan casually walked away.
As he exited, he closed the door behind him. When he met Xia Muxin's puzzled and angry gaze, he gently ruffled her hair and said softly:
"Take her to rest for now."
Upon hearing this, Xia Muxin finally understood. After all, a woman's first time should be very painful and uncomfortable. It seemed that Shen Muqing had also taken He Huan San; just looking at Yan Zhouwan's neck sent chills down her spine, indicating how wild last night must have been. After a moment's pause, she pulled Yan Zhouwan upstairs.
"Zhou Zhou," she opened her mouth to speak but faltered under Shen Muhan's deep and warning cold eyes. Her eyes suddenly turned red, filled with grievance and helplessness. She stomped her foot and ran away in tears.
Shen Muhan's expression darkened immediately. He gazed into the distance with eyes as deep as a cold pool, his lips curling slightly before he walked outside.
That night, Xia Muxin did not return to her own room but stayed with Yan Zhouwan. Meanwhile, Shen Muhan tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, wishing he could drag Shen Muqing out for a beating.
Shen Muqing also found it hard to sleep; his mind was a chaotic mess of memories that shouldn't exist, all jumbled together and indistinguishable, causing him great distress.
At the same time, he was even more troubled by the fact that no matter how much he disliked Yan Zhouwan, he had forced her into this situation. Regardless of who had given the order for He Huan San, the truth was laid bare before him.
Suddenly, he let out a self-deprecating laugh.
Was he really going to marry her?
This was also Shen Muhan's final intention; once you took something, you had to take responsibility...
The next day, the sun rose as usual. Xia Muxin and Yan Zhouwan got up early and immediately began to busy themselves. Hearing the commotion, Shen Muhan quickly tidied himself up and went downstairs.
"Muxin, what are you two doing?"
As he stepped outside, he saw Xia Muxin and Yan Zhouwan continuously moving things into the carriage. Most of it seemed to be clothing, and it was clear that it did not belong to Xia Muxin. Although he had an inkling of what was happening, he still asked symbolically.
"It's nothing. Things have been busy over there lately, so I thought I'd have Yan Zhouwan help out."
Xia Muxin revealed two bright eyes from a bag and raised her voice slightly as she spoke.
Yan Zhouwan seemed to be feeling much better. She gave Shen Muhan a faint smile before climbing into the carriage. Xia Muxin also jumped onto the carriage and then grabbed the reins, wanting to drive. Seeing this situation, Shen Muhan's heart tightened, and he quickly leaped onto his horse to replace Xia Muxin. He shot her a glare and said coldly:
"I'll deal with you when we get back."
Xia Muxin playfully stuck out her tongue at him, muttering under her breath: I'm not incapable.
But at that moment, Shen Muhan looked frighteningly serious, and she dared not say more.
In the following days, Xia Muxin spent time in Dayao Village along with Yan Zhouwan. Meanwhile, Shen Muhan was in Daimiao Village preparing for their wedding. According to local customs, the two were not allowed to meet before their marriage, which provided Xia Muxin with a perfect opportunity to guide Yan Zhouwan through this period.
“Muxin, do you really think you can sell all those Sweet Potatoes?”
With just two days left until Xia Muxin's wedding, she showed no signs of nervousness. Instead, she busied herself in the fields, tending to a large patch of Sweet Potato seedlings. Yan Zhouwan asked with a hint of exasperation.
Everyone grows this stuff, and it’s so cheap that even if you filled an entire mountain with them, you wouldn’t make much money. Plus, it requires digging and hauling back home, which is quite a hassle.
Xia Muxin, however, replied with enthusiasm, “Don’t worry! Have you ever seen anything I couldn’t sell? By the middle of next month, I’ll be taking over a big shop and opening a Department Store. Trust me, there will only be times when you’re too busy to keep up; there won’t be anything you can’t sell. A woman, no matter how well she marries, should have her own career and dreams. Those ideas about being a good wife and raising children are so outdated. Who knows when you might end up as a divorced woman? The glory of your husband’s family isn’t your own; what good is that?”
As she watered the seeds she had just sown, Xia Muxin spoke passionately.
Yan Zhouwan couldn’t help but admire Xia Muxin’s courage. There was nothing she wouldn’t dare to think or say or do. Yet still, he worried, “Aren’t you afraid your fiancé might get upset hearing you say all this?”
To be honest, Xia Muxin was truly happy. She had her own opinions and intellect, her family supported her decisions wholeheartedly, and she had Shen Muhan, a man who loved her dearly. Who wouldn’t envy that?
“Hey! That’s why I’m telling you!”
The moment Shen Muhan was mentioned, Xia Muxin couldn’t help but tease.
Yan Zhouwan merely shook his head and smiled, though a hint of melancholy lingered in his eyes...
Before long, the day of Shen Muhan and Xia Muxin’s wedding arrived. Xia Muxin preferred simplicity over extravagance; most of the guests were from Daimiao Village.
Early that morning, Yan Zhouwan and Xia Jihua, her aunt, woke her up. Yan Zhouwan was responsible for her makeup while Xia Jihua helped her change clothes.
The wedding dress had been prepared by Shen Muhan; no one had opened it to look before now. At that moment, it dazzled all three of them.
Xia Muxin couldn't quite say what was so special about the wedding dress, but it was undeniably beautiful and felt incredibly comfortable to the touch.
"Wow, this can't be made of ordinary fabric, it's so cool and pleasant to touch. It should be perfect for wearing in this hot weather," she exclaimed.
Xia Jihua spread out the wedding dress, its dazzling red color radiating good fortune. However, the texture felt nothing like regular fabric; it resembled Ice Silk, prompting an involuntary gasp of admiration.
Xia Muxin preferred simplicity; the more straightforward, the better. Just like her personality, she had always been open and direct. This wedding dress reflected that ethos—its simple design highlighted a unique elegance.
Yan Zhouwan was quite skilled in makeup and hairstyling. As she put it, having spent so much time in that environment, she had seen countless Yingying and Yan Yan styles, making her immune to various hair accessories and outfits. Today was Xia Muxin's big day, so she styled her hair in a fresh and elegant manner. The only adornment was one of the two hairpins gifted by Shen Muhan.
Hibiscus Hairpin.
Perhaps only at this moment could the true value of this hairpin be realized.
Although Shen Muhan had prepared many different pieces of jewelry and hair accessories for their wedding, Xia Muxin chose this one. Yan Zhouwan gazed at the hairpin for a while before breaking into a genuine smile; perhaps Xia Muxin didn't realize that this accessory was priceless.
After hearing Xia Jihua's praises, curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned in to touch the dress.
"This is definitely not ordinary fabric; it's made from Ice Silkworm Silk."
Ice Silkworm Silk was unheard of in Tianli Kingdom—not only did it take time to produce, but its price was also unimaginable.
At that moment, even the slow-witted Xia Muxin understood the preciousness of these items. Her eyes glistened with emotion before she ultimately smiled with happiness.
Once she changed into the wedding dress, Yan Zhouwan and Xia Jihua helped her sit on the bed and draped a red veil over her head. After giving her some final instructions, Xia Jihua led Yan Zhouwan out of the room.
There wasn't really a separation between joy and sorrow since she was marrying into her own family, and Shen Muhan's room was just across the hall. He probably wasn't inside at that moment.
The entire room was decorated with festive red hues. She and Shen Muhan hadn't seen each other for several days; even last night, Ming Yi had come to take them back. Now, she felt a bit nervous as she fidgeted with her fingers.
Soon, the sound of firecrackers erupted outside, accompanied by the cheers of the crowd. Xia Muxin felt her heart tighten, finding it somewhat amusing; they were already so close, yet she couldn't understand why she was feeling so nervous.
After a moment, footsteps could be heard slowly coming from downstairs, growing closer until they stopped in front of her, revealing a pair of red boots.
Behind those boots were many more feet, all clad in straw sandals. Some had their pant legs rolled up, and there was still dirt on their calves that hadn’t been cleaned off. Xia Muxin let out a breath; this was true rural life.
Sweet and warm.
Someone shouted that it was an auspicious time, and Xia Muxin felt beautiful red arcs flashing before her eyes as she was swept off her feet. Breathing in the familiar scent, she contentedly closed her eyes while the surroundings erupted in cheers.
Then came the wedding rituals: bowing to heaven and earth, serving tea—everything proceeded without a hitch. Xia Muxin was already starving, having not eaten or drunk anything since last night; this marriage was truly a trial.
As for when she was finally carried into the bridal chamber, Xia Muxin could hardly remember. All she knew was that her legs felt numb and her stomach was growling. Eventually, she collapsed onto the bed and drifted off into a hazy sleep.
It wasn’t until she was gently lifted by strong arms and heard a low, soothing voice calling her name that she began to regain her senses.
- End of Chapter -
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