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A warm feeling flashed through Liu Qingxi's heart. The ancient custom of not eating during the wedding ceremony was not something she believed was unchangeable, but the key was Yang Yichen's thoughtful actions.
On the table were four dishes and a soup, all light in flavor. Having not eaten since morning, she was indeed hungry.
Taking a sip, the soup was rich and fragrant, smooth without being greasy, and full of original flavor. With one sip, warmth spread through her stomach.
Hmm! Liu Qingxi nodded repeatedly; the taste was indeed delicious. She finished two bowls before reluctantly putting down her chopsticks.
In the front yard, Yang Yichen was being urged by several young men to drink heavily. "Today is your big day! Usually, you don't give us face when drinking, but today you can't escape."
"That's right! Let's get this kid drunk!"
These young men were all friends Yang Yichen had made in the official circles. They were boisterous by nature; although their families had strong backgrounds, they were exceptionally capable themselves.
The group had a good relationship. On this joyous occasion, they were determined to take advantage of it. Otherwise, usually this kid would be cold and indifferent to them except in front of family.
Although Yang Yichen maintained a poker face, there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he welcomed them without reservation.
The young men cheered and took photos: "Who would have thought you could drink so much without getting drunk? Let's go again!"
The contrast between the lively front yard and the quiet back yard was stark. After Yang Yichen had entertained his guests and his friends had drunk enough, he stumbled back to the back yard.
With a creak, the door opened. Liu Qingxi sat elegantly on the bed in a fiery red wedding dress, her alluring figure radiating charm. Yang Yichen casually closed the door behind him.
His previously hazy black eyes suddenly sparkled with clarity, instantly sobering up; there was no trace left of his earlier drunkenness.
Wow! With this level of skill, they thought they could get him drunk? What a joke!
Of course, he wouldn't let them know that aside from the first few cups being real wine, the rest were just water.
On this joyous day, having finally won the heart of his beloved, how could he possibly get drunk?
The bride sat quietly, and Yang Yichen felt the warm atmosphere filling the room; it was truly wonderful! He sighed contentedly in his heart.
After so many years of companionship and effort, he had finally reached this moment.
Taking a deep breath to calm his wildly beating heart, he lightened his footsteps, afraid of startling the bride.
However, in the tranquil room, apart from the sound of his heart pounding, the footsteps grew clearer and closer, each step seemingly treading on Liu Qingxi's heart.
Originally quite composed, at this moment, her heartbeat quickened as she clasped her hands together, trying hard to conceal her nervousness.
Yang Yichen's gaze fell on the plate on the nearby table. With his distinctly knuckled hand, he picked up the Jade Ruyi and slowly reached for the Red Veil.
In ordinary families, a weighing rod is typically used; wealthy families opt for the Jade Ruyi.
Choosing the Red Veil with the Jade Ruyi carries two layers of meaning: first, it symbolizes that the bride and groom are satisfied with each other; second, the Jade Ruyi represents a dragon while the bride's Phoenix Crown and Cloud Robe symbolize a phoenix, signifying that the dragon chooses the phoenix.
On the bright red Red Veil, golden threads embroidered a vividly lifelike Golden Phoenix. The surrounding yellow tassels swayed gently, indicating that the bride's mood was anything but calm.
Yang Yichen slowly reached for the Red Veil. As it was gradually lifted from one side, what came into view was a delicate face adorned with light makeup. Her rosy lips were enticing, and her large eyes held a hint of moisture, sparkling with allure.
Next was the yellow-gilded Golden Phoenix crown, where lustrous white pearls were arranged in a pattern resembling a phoenix. The floral decorations cascading down on both sides were intricately carved in layers.
At a glance, the bright and luxurious setting was not vulgar, accentuating the increasingly delicate features of her face.
This was the phoenix crown that Yang Yichen had spent over a year crafting by hand. Each pearl on it was meticulously carved and embedded by him, with every detail being nothing short of perfect.
When Liu Qingxi saw this crown, comparable to a work of art, her heart was filled with shock.
In an era where tools were scarce and technology was backward, creating such a phoenix crown required immense effort.
Moreover, considering that using all gold would make it too heavy, Yang Yichen chose other materials as substitutes, resulting in an even better and more exquisite effect.
Dressed in a bright red wedding gown and wearing the phoenix crown made by her beloved, she was filled with hopes for the future. The two walked hand in hand, committed to life, love, and a lifetime together without parting.
"Wife!" Refreshing's voice was slightly hoarse, his deep tone sending shivers down her spine.
"Wife, let's drink from the same cup!"
The change in address made Liu Qingxi blush uncontrollably. She intended to rise but suddenly found herself lifted off the ground, leaning forward as Yang Yichen embraced her.
In just a few steps, they reached the table where the ceremonial wine was placed. Liu Qingxi's surprise caught in her throat; she couldn't decide whether to laugh or scold him as she playfully punched Yang Yichen's chest and pouted, "You startled me!"
The playful swat felt like a mere tickle to Yang Yichen, igniting a warm rush to his head.
"Wife, let's quickly drink from the same cup!"
With their arms intertwined, the fragrant wine slid down her fair neck, filling her head with a dizzying sensation.
Liu Qingxi was lifted off the ground, completely enveloped in Yang Yichen's embrace, and then with a spin, their positions changed once more.
On the bright red bridal bed, Yang Yichen diligently followed the Matchmaker's instructions, intertwining the corners of their wedding garments, marking the completion of this step in their marriage.
At this moment, the beloved woman was in his arms, her faint fragrance wafting into his nose, making it impossible for anyone to remain composed.
The red candles flickered as waves rolled outside, while the moon shyly hid behind the clouds, playfully peeking through the gaps to steal a glance (imagine it as you wish, haha~~~).
As the long night dragged on, when the first crow of a rooster sounded, Liu Qingxi struggled to extend her jade-like arm from under the covers, enduring her body's soreness as she attempted to rise.
Suddenly, she was pulled back by the person beside her. "Sleep a little longer; it's still early." The slightly hoarse and deep voice became even more enchanting in the morning light.
Liu Qingxi blushed deeply. "Isn't it all your fault!" Her playful complaint sounded delightful to Yang Yichen's ears—yes, very pleasant!
"Let go quickly; we need to serve tea to Mother today!" As a bride, there was no reason not to get up.
However, Yang Yichen clung to her like a stubborn child, refusing to let go. "Don't worry; Mother will be happy to see us sleeping in."
"The later we sleep, the further away we are from her grandson!" Hmm! This statement had no flaws.
Liu Qingxi thought: "Where is that warm and considerate side of you? Why are you being so stubborn?"
Well then, after they both got ready and pushed open the door to the main hall, it was already bright outside. The sun hung high overhead, and the servants in the courtyard were orderly attending to their tasks.
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