Chapter 44: 44 Teasing the Bridal Chamber

The people in the merchant association did not know that this "matrilocal son-in-law" and his wife slept separately, so after the banquet ended, they kept making a ruckus all the way.

The children of the guards' families gathered in groups of three or five, chasing and running, swarming over in a flock, wanting to tease the newlyweds in the bridal chamber.

With the tree shadows swaying and the flowers just beginning to bloom, the guards, maidservants, and elderly aunts followed behind the children with smiles, moving like a night-raiding army as they squeezed from the corridor to the courtyard gate.

Song Cheng had drunk quite a lot of wine today.

Because it tasted good, and because he usually couldn't afford to drink it.

Thinking of how he had married a wealthy beauty, and thinking of how he would have to work hard in this merchant association from now on to build this place into his own home, he felt both happy and expectant.

At this moment, the surging drunkenness also dug up all the repression and pain he had endured since transmigrating from the depths of his memory.

The journey here, stumbling and falling, had truly not been easy.

Hopefully, everything will get better from now on.

Everything must be changed through his own hands and his own brain.

Seeing a crowd about to swarm into the Young Miss's courtyard, Song Cheng laughed heartily, emboldened by the wine, then spread his arms wide and blocked both sides of the arched gate, looking quite like "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand unable to open it."

"Thank you everyone, let's stop here for today."

The elderly aunts wouldn't have it, shouting: "The groom is anxious, he's anxious!"

The guards laughed heartily.

The children shouted: "Tease the bridal chamber, tease the bridal chamber!"

As they spoke, a mischievous boy suddenly seized an opportunity, lowered his body, and ran quickly in front of Song Cheng, diving forward, wanting to crawl under Song Cheng's arm.

But how could he possibly succeed?

Song Cheng grabbed the boy's back, applied a bit of clever force, and tossed him back with a light flick.

The crowd was stunned, and one woman looked at the boy with worry.

In the blink of an eye, the boy landed on the ground, was also stunned for a moment, then excitedly said: "I'm fine!"

Then, with eyes shining, he charged at Song Cheng again, shouting: "That's fun! Do it again!"

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and just as she wanted to stop him, she saw her son being tossed out again, looking incredibly happy, so she stopped caring.

The other children saw that he was truly fine and thought it was fun, so one after another, they charged over.

Song Cheng spread his arms, like a "hawk guarding chicks," catching one and tossing one as they came.

As a result, as soon as one was tossed away, another would charge over.

The children suddenly discovered that this was the most fun part of the whole night.

After Song Cheng had been tossing them for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Ying'er walked out of the courtyard and said: "The teasing is enough for today, everyone go back and rest early. There is still a crisis in the city, so we cannot be lax."

Ying'er had a cold face and high combat power; she even had the nickname "Willow Leaf Blade" in the jianghu, and because she was a person close to the Young Miss, she usually held prestige, so when she spoke, everyone laughed and dispersed.

In Shanghe County, shrouded in dark clouds, this wave could be considered finding joy in the midst of suffering.

Ying'er looked at Song Cheng and said: "I didn't expect the groom to be so childish."

Song Cheng was immersed in the joy of the wedding, a smile still hanging on his face.

He said "I'm drunk, I'm drunk," and headed toward the side room.

Although he had told Tong Niangzi yesterday that he would not sleep with her today, they were nominal husband and wife after all, and now that she had left, he didn't have to force his way into the main room to squeeze into the Young Miss's bed.

Ying'er looked at his back, her pretty face showing a hint of complexity; she suddenly bit her lip, then coughed lightly.

Song Cheng stopped, turned his head and said: "Ying'er, did you catch a cold? Later, ask Tong Niangzi to prepare some medicine for you."

Ying'er pointed to the main room and said coldly: "Go there."

Song Cheng thought for a moment, nodded, and said: "Fine, I'm a matrilocal son-in-law, I'll listen to your arrangements."

Ying'er wanted to say something but stopped, pursing her lips.

The ceremony still had to be completed.

Song Cheng arrived in front of the main room door and knocked lightly; after the sound of "come in" came from inside, he walked in, only to see An Chenyu sitting on the bed, looking incredibly beautiful. With skin like jade and bones like ice, her snow-white skin and floral features, that cold and icy temperament had already melted, as if a ten-thousand-year-old frozen, unapproachable divine peak had finally waited for spring.

The candlelight flickered due to the wind from the opening door, causing that tall, mature body wrapped in the wedding dress to twist and change continuously in the firelight.

On her snow-white skin, a faint red from the candlelight flowed, as if liquid fire were flowing quietly.

Her neck, cheeks, arms, and small feet were all the same.

Women are made of water.

Song Cheng had felt this a little with Tong Niangzi, but the woman before him clearly fit this saying even better.

He was a normal, healthy man; although they had agreed to be only nominal husband and wife, the woman before him was simply too feminine, and he felt his mouth go dry and his breathing quicken.

An Chenyu looked at him quietly, then suddenly stood up and said: "Little Song, get on the bed and sleep on the inside."

Song Cheng's breathing quickened as he sat over.

An Chenyu stood up and gently blew out the candle.

The candle was extinguished, and the room became pitch black; the windows seemed to be covered with special oil paper, blocking all light from outside, to the point where one couldn't see their own fingers in the room.

And in this darkness, the sound of the door creaking suddenly came.

With a racing heart, Song Cheng slipped into the bridal bedding.

He had drunk too much, and his thoughts began to drift.

When the door closed again, he felt a fragrant, soft body, as smooth as a fish, suddenly slip in, and the warm, moist spring water instantly submerged him.

After a long while, Song Cheng closed his eyes comfortably.

And he felt the woman in the bedding slowly leave.

He didn't care, letting the sleepiness, drunkenness, and that sense of relaxation carry him into a dream.

The one who came was naturally not the Young Miss An, but Ying'er.

The two had similar figures and were about the same height, which was actually quite hard to distinguish in the dark night, but who told him he could see data, and had once been blind?

This counted as the Young Miss's extra compensation; she was adding a bit of a bond to their "nominal marriage," and at the same time, solidifying the authenticity of his status as "husband."

The next day, early morning. An old woman came to tidy up the "newlywed battlefield," and upon seeing the blood-stained bedsheet, the old woman froze for a moment.

She was sent by the First Madam to take care of the Young Miss, though there was, of course, another purpose: to monitor her.

Seeing that there was indeed blood on the bedsheet, the old woman was truly stunned for a moment, a shadow of gloom appearing on her face, and then she silently gathered the bedsheet and turned to leave.

Song Cheng, meanwhile, had changed into new robes and was full of spirit, leading Tong Niangzi in practicing the saber in the courtyard.

Not far away, Ying'er walked past with an icy expression, acting as if nothing had happened, as if it hadn't been her on the bed last night.

Song Cheng looked at Ying'er, a touch of tenderness rising in his heart, and said, "Miss Ying'er, good morning."

"Morning, Son-in-law." Ying'er's tone was indifferent.

Song Cheng said, "You are practicing the Flicking Willow Strength, right?"

"Yes."

"I will teach you," Song Cheng said with a smile; he still felt pity for Ying'er in his heart.

Ying'er kept a straight face and said, "I am already near Completion, there is no need to teach me."

"It is not the Flicking Willow Strength, I will teach you something else," Song Cheng thought for a moment and added, "It is a power based on the Flicking Willow Strength, but more perfected."

Ying'er froze for a moment.

To the side, Ling'er walked out; she was still wearing a pink short skirt and smiled at this moment: "Yingying, the Son-in-law dotes on you. Last night, did you think the Son-in-law didn't know it was you? Tee-hee-hee."

Ying'er's cold face instantly turned red, as if it were burning, and she snapped sharply: "Do not talk nonsense, it would be bad if outsiders heard!"

After speaking, she looked straight ahead and walked away nervously, quickly rounding the courtyard; once outside the gate, her suppressed heartbeat began to thump wildly, and she suddenly accelerated, took to her heels, and ran off in a flash toward the Dining Hall.

(End of this chapter)