On their wedding night, Yuan Wulang did not return to his room.

  The red silk cloth that was supposed to be lifted by him with the scale pole was finally lifted by Cui Ying herself, and the nuptial cup that was supposed to be held in his hand for the newlyweds to drink together was also set aside. For a woman of the Sheng dynasty, without her husbands promise to love and cherish her forever, this wedding was incomplete.

  The two servants, Jie and Mu, were somewhat flustered, "Miss, what should we do now? Should we go invite the young master back?"

  Tomorrow, the young master will go to war, and in the next three to five years, the young lady will have to live alone in this unfamiliar mansion. If she is ridiculed and belittled by others because of not completing the ceremony tonight, then all the advantages she has just counted will become a joke for her lonely and helpless self.

  Its a great humiliation, but Cui Ling seems to be completely indifferent.

  She put down her hair, which was tied up in a bun, and smoothed out the undergarments on her body. Then she slowly climbed onto the inner bed. "Its getting late, you two should go rest. From morning till now, both of you have been accompanying me, and you must be tired."

  Getting married is really a physically demanding task, from dawn till late at night.

  These two girls followed her closely throughout the whole process, she sat upright, they stood still, and accompanied her until midnight, she was exhausted, how could they not be tired?

  But Chrysanthemum refused to leave, "Miss!"

  Cui Ling smiled and patted her shoulder, "Although I dont know why Yuan Wulang is making a fuss, but you can rest assured that at most half an hour later, he will surely return to his room obediently."

  Its getting late, she was tired and couldnt help but yawn, "So, you two hurry up and go to sleep."

  The osmanthus still wanted to say something, but the wood sorrel had already relaxed its expression with a deep understanding.

  Mugua pulled on the sleeve of Juzi and said, "What did Miss say? We two just follow her words, where do so many maybes come from? Besides, when has Miss ever deceived us? She said Master would be back soon, then Master will definitely return."

  A side room was set up next to the new house, and two accompanying maidservants were settled there first.

  Cui Ling watched as Mugun finally managed to drag Juzi away, and couldnt help but shake her head and sigh, "Juzi is indeed loyal, but this brain of hers just cant seem to turn a corner. In the future, we mustnt choose a son-in-law whos too clever for her, or shell surely be taken advantage of."

  She thought that Yuan Wulangs reason for not returning to the house was either because he didnt like her, or because he didnt want to harm her, or maybe there were other reasons she couldnt guess.

  But Old Lady Yuan didnt ask him to marry Miss Cui for that reason alone.

  In the streets, it has long been rumored that the daughters of the Anning Bo Fu Cui family are all descendants of Wang Zi, and over the decades, every daughter who got married gave birth to a child immediately after marriage, having two children within three years, and also giving birth to sons.

  Especially the elder sister of her husbands family, who married the ninth generation of Xianningbos heir and gave birth to four big fat boys in a row, made Madame Xianningbo so happy that she would boast to everyone she met, and from then on, Cuis reputation for being good at raising children spread throughout the entire Great Sheng Dynasty.

  Madam Yuan still had hopes that Yuan Wulang would get a grandson tonight, how could she let him spend the night alone in his study?

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, after a short while, Cui Ying heard some movement outside the door.

  Yuan Gong was almost carried into the bridal chamber, those robust women were all trusted people beside his grandmother, Old Lady Yuan.

  The Yuan family attaches great importance to filial piety. The General of the Guards, Yuan Shitao, is particularly famous for his filial devotion to his elderly mother. Whatever she says, he dare not contradict her. This majestic general, who commands respect from others, becomes as timid as a withered yellow flower in front of his mother and cannot utter a single word of dissent.

  This way, even the maidservants of Lady Taians mansion gained a few more points of dignity than others. They were people who could directly communicate with Lady Taian, and Yuan Jun couldnt even resist, so he was obediently carried back to the house.

  He also felt embarrassed in his heart, but what could he do?

  Although he now has no expectation of the woman in the house, and even a hint of disgust in his heart. But he will be leaving tomorrow, and who knows if hell ever come back? If it can make his grandmother feel slightly more at ease, hed dare to go through thick and thin, let alone just return home?

  Its just a woman!

  He took a deep breath and stepped into the inner room with a stiff upper lip.

  The pastries on the Eight Immortals joyful table all had signs of having been used, and the white jade wine cups were pushed to one side. The magnificent and heavy golden crown was placed quietly in a corner, while the large red wedding kerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks was lazily draped over one corner of the crown.

  The dragon and phoenix candles had burned halfway, casting a dim light on the woman sleeping peacefully on the bridal bed.

  Yuan Xun sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at that face which was exceptionally serene and peaceful when asleep, with complex emotions in his eyes.

  His new wife was undoubtedly a beauty.

  Her face was as white and clean as the moon, with delicate eyebrows and eyes like a water-ink landscape. A small cherry mouth, plump and seductive, lay beneath a thin layer of cotton, wrapping around a slender yet curvaceous figure. Whether in terms of her body or appearance, this woman could be considered flawless.

  It can be imagined that when she opens her eyes and stands in front of him, what a beautiful scene it will be.

  Yuan Gong thought that if he hadnt heard her ruthless and heartless words earlier, he would have been grateful to have such a wife who matched his family background, was wise and virtuous, and looked like an immortal from heaven. No matter how dangerous the battlefield was, for her sake, he would definitely be vigilant and determined to survive and return.

  But now, the mood is completely different.

  Just as the woman would marry him as a chore, he married her just to put his family at ease, neither of them needing any expectations, let alone mentioning sympathy or heartache.

  But Yuan Gong was not one of those ordinary men in the world. For women he didnt have good feelings for, he couldnt just treat the round house as a task that must be completed.

  After failing to cross the mental barrier several times, he decided to give up and pretend to be drunk and sleep through the night. Anyway, after getting up tomorrow and having tea, he would leave, and what she did afterwards was up to her.

  He blew out the red candle, took off his outer shirt and put on his inner clothes to go to bed. Because he didnt want to get too close to the woman in the inner room, he hugged his chest and only covered half of the quilt, turned sideways and closed his eyes.

  Before long, a soft and weak voice echoed in his ear, "Husband..."

  Yuan Chu furrowed his brow, somewhat not wanting to bother with her, so he didnt make a sound and pretended to be asleep. However, the woman still wouldnt give up, calling out "husband" several times, and then even boldly placed her hand on his waist.

  It was the prime of his youth, and on top of that, he was in a new bed with an unfamiliar woman. The smoothness and warmth of her fingers transmitted from her palm to his body, causing some part of him to change unknowingly.

  He could no longer sleep soundly and had to ask in a low voice, "Whats going on?"

  Choi Yeong gritted her teeth, "Cant sleep! We... havent had our wedding night yet..."