Seeing Si Qingyu come out, they all raised their wine glasses to her and said their blessings. Si Qingyu smiled at each of them and walked over to sit beside Zhao Sixi.

At this time, Zhao Sixi was holding a chicken leg in her hand, her mouth full of oil as she looked at Si Qingyu. Her mouth was also stuffed full as she said to Si Qingyu in a muffled voice, “Physician Si, congratulations!” After saying that, before swallowing what was in her mouth, she stuffed the chicken leg in.

The corner of Si Qingyu’s mouth twitched a little. She looked at her somewhat helplessly, “Eat slower, no one is fighting with you for it.”

Zhao Sixi nodded vigorously at her with bulging cheeks, but her hands still didn’t stop piling up food non-stop.

Seeing her ravenous appearance, Si Qingyu held a wine glass and shook her head helplessly.

“Physician Si!”

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in her ears. Si Qingyu looked over and saw that it was Lord Luo. She thought she wouldn’t be able to come.

Si Qingyu stood up and looked at her with a face full of smiles, “Lord Luo, I thought you wouldn’t be able to come.”

“Ah, Physician Si’s joyous occasion, even if I had to rush on a fast horse, I definitely had to make it in time, right?”

“Please sit.” Si Qingyu invited Luo Jinhua to sit beside her.

“I never thought Physician Si would be getting married so quickly. Back then, I really thought Physician Si was going to remain alone forever.” Luo Jinhua shook her head and smiled bitterly, “Young Master Luo had even told me before that he had someone he admired.” She sighed, “I was curious who it was at the time, but now I can only say I was too stupid back then to not see it.” It wasn’t that she couldn’t see it, but that she subconsciously chose to ignore it.

“Alright, alright, I won’t say these things anymore.” Luo Jinhua waved her hand and picked up the wine glass on the table, toasting Si Qingyu a cup of wine, “I wish Physician Si and Young Master Luo to grow old together in harmonious union!”

“Thank you.” Si Qingyu smiled and replied, draining the wine in her hand in one gulp.

Seeing this, the other townspeople also came over to toast one after another. Unfortunately, Si Qingyu usually never drank alcohol. After just a few cups, she felt her stomach burning a little. Fortunately, Luo Jinhua helped block some for her, so she didn’t get too dizzy.

After the wedding banquet was over, it was already dark. When seeing off Luo Jinhua, she was just about to close the courtyard door when she saw her suddenly return. Si Qingyu looked at her in puzzlement, “Lord Luo, what’s the matter?”

Luo Jinhua’s face was already a bit flushed from blocking the wine just now. With a mischievous smile on her lips, she stuffed a book into Si Qingyu’s hand, “I’m afraid Physician Si doesn’t understand, this book can help you.”

Doesn’t understand? Doesn’t understand what?

Si Qingyu was stunned. She looked at the book in her hand, “Why are you giving me a book?”

“You’ll know when you read it.” Luo Jinhua winked at her with a mischievous smile, opened her folding fan, and left laughing loudly.

“……” Si Qingyu looked at her departing figure somewhat speechlessly, closed the courtyard door, and quickly walked towards the bedroom.

It seemed like she had kept Shaoxuan waiting for a bit too long.

Opening the door, she still saw him sitting properly on the edge of the bed, just as he was when she left.

Si Qingyu carefully closed the door and walked over, “Shaoxuan?”

“Mm.”

She had thought he had fallen asleep sitting like this.

Si Qingyu stood in front of the bed, suddenly at a loss for a moment. She placed the book she had been subconsciously clutching tightly on the tea table, then quietly sat beside him.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

It was only when Luo Shaoxuan reached out and lightly tugged on her sleeve that she reacted. Si Qingyu cleared her throat, “I… I’ll lift the red veil for you.”

“Alright.” Luo Shaoxuan turned his head towards her.

Si Qingyu gently pinched the two sides of the red veil and lifted it up, revealing the face inside that could easily bewitch one’s heart. Those eyes, with vermilion painted on the corners, enchanting and charming, looked up at her.

Si Qingyu stared at him, stunned, not knowing if it was because of the alcohol she had just drunk, but a burning sensation surged in her heart, pounding as if it was about to jump out.

“Shaoxuan… You’re so beautiful.” She looked at him with a hint of fascination in her eyes.

The smile on the corners of Luo Shaoxuan’s mouth deepened, his beautiful eyes brimming like autumn water. He leaned slightly closer to her, as if enticing, “How beautiful?”

“Very beautiful.”

Si Qingyu didn’t know how to describe it. He was wearing a large red wedding outfit with gold thread edges, making his skin even more white and jade-like, with a touch of charm. The heavy ceremonial crown on his head was a bit dazzling, but it added a noble and cold elegance to him.

His eyes were like a dense, vast net, firmly capturing her. He took her hand and placed it on his chest, whispering softly in her ear, “Then do you like it?”

“I like it.” At this moment, Si Qingyu was like a scholar bewitched by a fox spirit, only foolishly wanting to please him.

Luo Shaoxuan laughed infatuatedly, reaching out his long arms to hold her tightly. His lips lightly touched the corner of her mouth, his deep black eyes seeming to look into the depths of her eyes, his voice gentle and magnetic, “I like you too, very much, very much.”

He liked her so much that he couldn’t stand her eyes having anything other than him in them.

He slowly pressed his lips on hers, their tongues intertwining together.

Si Qingyu looked at the man with a look of intoxication on his face, panting slightly as she pushed him away a bit.

Luo Shaoxuan opened his misty, hazy eyes and looked at her, not understanding.

Si Qingyu raised her hand to remove the ceremonial crown that looked extremely heavy on him and placed it to the side, her face flushed, “We haven’t drunk the wedding wine yet.”

He licked her lips that were glistening with moisture and took her hand, walking together to the tea table.

After the two of them drank the wedding wine, Luo Shaoxuan couldn’t wait to lean towards her.

But Si Qingyu stopped him with one hand. She tugged the corner of her mouth a bit unnaturally, “Are you… hungry? Why don’t you eat something first.” Saying that, she pushed the wedding cakes on the table in front of him.

Luo Shaoxuan lowered his head to look at her hand pressed against his chest, then raised his eyes to look at her with a aggrieved expression. However, his gaze swept over to the book on the table that seemed exceptionally eye-catching, “What is that?”

Si Qingyu picked up the book she had just placed on the table, “I don’t know either. Lord Luo gave it to me.” Saying that, she directly flipped the book open. Some unsightly illustrations caught her eye. She gasped and quickly shut the book, her face turning completely red.

“What’s wrong?”

“No-nothing.” Si Qingyu gritted her teeth, only now understanding what Luo Jinhua meant.

The book in her hand was suddenly snatched away by Luo Shaoxuan. Her face grew hotter. She scrambled to take it back, “Shaoxuan, don’t look.”

Luo Shaoxuan dodged her reaching hand, his face calm as he looked at the illustrations in the book.

Seeing him slowly flipping through with a calm expression, Si Qingyu for the first time felt this helpless and embarrassed. She tried to explain, “I really didn’t know Lord Luo gave me… this.”

“Mm.” Luo Shaoxuan responded indifferently and flipped to another page of the book.

“Shaoxuan…”

He placed the book on the table, his body suddenly leaning towards her, resting his face against her chest, his voice low and hoarse, “Wife, it’s time for us to rest.”

Luo Shaoxuan lightly tugged on the silk ribbon of the groom’s attire. With one pull, the entire red outfit instantly came undone. With a hook of his jade-like hand, he directly removed the garment. He looked up at the woman’s dazed expression with a obsessive, sweet gaze, laughed lightly, and led her to the bedside.

Si Qingyu was like a bystander, allowing his actions, watching as he untied her wedding dress and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed together, kissing lightly.

Si Qingyu’s eyes were hazy. She reached out to gently caress his face, feeling him grab her hand and lightly rub against his delicate skin.

She leaned over and entangled with him.

Luo Shaoxuan’s beautiful eyes were half-open in a daze, filled with pleasure and love.

The red candle on the table flickered, and the shadows of people intertwined together in the red gauze curtain, clinging to each other to the point of death.