Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Seven: The Long-Awaited Meeting

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Seven: The Long-Awaited Meeting

Tiandong bowed his head slightly, hiding the sarcasm in his eyes, and spoke unhurriedly, "The elderly doctor values propriety. He calls you 'Madam,' but do you really think you're the mistress of the household?"

"You're merely a concubine."

"Besides, I'm not a servant."

"Everything will be decided by the master and the eldest young master."

Qu Ying: ...

The old physician took the chance to slip away.

This old body of mine is of no use, can't afford to get involved!

...

"Who did you say wants to see me?"

Lu Mingchao felt like she was hearing things, her clear eyes shining brightly with surprise.

Xie Yan looked both resigned and tolerant, "Sun Madam and Concubine Qu."

Even after hearing it again, Lu Mingchao remained surprised, "They're back together?"

"Do you want to meet them?" Xie Yan refilled the cup in front of Lu Mingchao with tea.

Lu Mingchao frowned slightly, tilting her head back. "Do we really need to meet?"

"Whether you meet them or not, Qu Ying will do anything to persuade Sun Wude to abandon Sun Zhiye in order to survive."

"And between Sun Madam and Concubine Qu, only one of them will survive."

"Best to stay out of it."

"Live in the moment, be a carefree soul."

Lu Mingchao blew on the foam floating on the surface of the tea and took a gentle sip.

On the chessboard, she had already made her move.

Sun Zhiye was a cornered beast, the struggle of a trapped animal, a wasp's sting, unable to escape the chessboard.

Unless the force Sun Zhiye borrowed was truly willing to risk everything, sweeping the board with a devastating force.

If Sun Zhiye overturns the chessboard, she'll flip the table!

"Then we shall not meet," Xie Yan smiled. "Indeed, the days of a carefree soul are rare."

"Mingchao," Xie Yan's cheeks flushed slightly, his expression somewhat natural.

Lu Mingchao was puzzled. "We are husband and wife, why hesitate?"

Xie Yan lightly pursed his lips, hesitating for a moment before speaking, "Sun Zhiye has ordered Hong Biao to go to the capital to find an old palace maid who was released from the palace for a physical examination."

"Today is full of peculiar events," Lu Mingchao scoffed.

Is he suspecting that I have not yet consummated the marriage with Xie Yan?

She had to give credit to Sun Zhiye for his keen insight.

On the day of the grand wedding, her period came, and her and Xie Yan's wedding night was left unconsummated, after that, they simply shared a bed.

Why would Sun Zhiye care whether she consummated the marriage?

Was it to provoke Lu Minghui?

Or was it to win over Gu Huai?

Only these two were worth Sun Zhiye's intense attention and meticulous efforts.

Maybe Lu Minghui should marry Gu Huai, bringing Sun Zhiye along too.

The three of them living well together would be the best.

Lu Mingchao's mind was bubbling with mischief, her eyes full of mischief as they flickered around. She then glanced at the dim sky after sunset and the flickering candlelight, then gently placed down her teacup. She extended her slender arm and wrapped it around Xie Yan's neck, saying, "Yes, why has Yan Lang been so slow to consummate our marriage?"

Xie Yan had to meet Lu Mingchao's gaze.

His face grew even redder, like he was about to catch fire.

He stammered, tripping over his words.

He couldn't speak clearly and even bit his tongue.

He grew more flustered and confused.

Could consummating the marriage be spoken of so bluntly?

Lu Mingchao let out a dramatic, fake sigh, "Maybe Yan Lang is too pure."

"Or maybe he's saving himself for his childhood sweetheart and doesn't want to touch me."

"It's been over ten days since our wedding."

Every time she called him 'Yan Lang,' it sent shivers through Xie Yan's heart.

He liked hearing it.

Xie Yan's face turned red, his lips moving awkwardly, stumbling over his words.

Lu Mingchao leaned even closer to Xie Yan. "Nothing what?"

"No."

"No to being pure, or no to having a childhood sweetheart?"

At that moment, Xie Yan was nothing like his usual confident self.

To be honest, Lu Mingchao was starting to really enjoy this contrast.

It made the mischief in her heart bubble up more and more, flowing with glee.

Life's joys should be fully enjoyed, do not let the golden cup sit empty under the moon.

Don’t wait until there are no flowers left to enjoy.

"None of them," Xie Yan's forehead was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, his hands, hidden in his sleeves, clenched tightly, veins bulging.

Mingchao's scent lingered around his nose and ears.

He could clearly feel Mingchao's breath and heartbeat.

Gradually, their heartbeats seemed to sync.

"Why is that the case?" Lu Mingchao's lovely eyes sparkled as her slender fingers hooked Xie Yan's collar.

Xie Yan's heart pounded like a gong.

Mingchao was like the bright moon in the sky, and he wanted to leave a way out for her, his bright moon.

Caring too much leads to unconscious restraint.

Admiration transcends lust.

The flickering candle made a 'popping' sound, sending out a spark.

The room suddenly grew a bit brighter.

Lu Mingchao could clearly see her reflection in Xie Yan's obsidian eyes.

Undoubtedly, her eyes also reflected Xie Yan.

How perfect.

She wasn’t one to hesitate.

Naturally, one should seize the moment for pleasure.

"Do you want to, Yanlang?"

The moon seemed to shyly hide behind the clouds.

Their eyes met; Xie Yan's gaze was fervent and devout, yet it still carried a sense of restrained rationality. "Will you regret it, Mingchao?"

Lu Mingchao tilted her head and thought, "Talking about regret now, isn't that a total mood killer?"

"We are husband and wife, right and proper."

Xie Yan suddenly smiled, "We are husband and wife."

Yes, they were husband and wife.

He and Mingchao were husband and wife who would share the same quilt in life and the same grave in death.

Apart from life and death, there were no major matters.

Xie Yan leaned down and embraced Lu Mingchao in his arms.

The sudden sense of weightlessness made Lu Mingchao exclaim, tightening her hold around Xie Yan's neck.

Xie Yan knelt half on the bed, removing his outer robe.

Their clothes became tangled together in disarray.

"Wait."

Just as Lu Mingchao was bewildered by Xie Yan's beauty, he suddenly stopped undressing.

Lu Mingchao: No way, no way, is he really going to back out halfway?

Is Xie Yan's root of evil just for show?

Guess she hasn't seen it yet.

Seeing Xie Yan with his hair disheveled, dressed in a snow-white inner garment, he solemnly took out a pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles from a wooden box and gently placed them on the candlestick.

Lu Mingchao blinked. Are there really prepared dragon and phoenix wedding candles?

"Yan Lang, with the dragon and phoenix wedding candles, do we still need the big red 'Xi' characters and red lanterns?"

Lu Mingchao's voice had a seductive rasp, different than before.

Xie Yan's eyes brightened. "Yes."

This was their wedding night, after all.

Lu Mingchao rested her chin on her hand and raised her arm, and one by one, exquisitely cut 'Xi' characters and small red lanterns landed on the bed.

Xie Yan methodically pasted each 'Xi' character and hung each small lantern.

The vibrant red enveloped the entire room.

The mischief in Lu Mingchao's heart settled down, and she quietly followed Xie Yan's figure with her eyes.

She just felt completely at ease, deeply comforted.

After everything was settled, Xie Yan came to the bedside, his voice rough. "Mingchao."

Lu Mingchao muttered, "Guess I don't want to anymore."

Xie Yan smiled brightly and seductively. "Mingchao, it's too late to back out now."

And so they consummated.