The journey to the Far North has come to an end.
Jiang Huai would have liked to stay in the Far North for a few more days, but unfortunately, Chu Xianning was unwilling. She had privately warned Jiang Huai that last night’s events were a one-time occurrence and he was not to think of it again for the next three months.
Jiang Huai naturally had to nod obediently. Back in the courtyard, he took out the wedding plan he had made earlier and began to revise it.
His marriage to Chu Xianning was now imminent. Jiang Huai planned to invite those who had attended his wedding before. White Dew Mountain had many spirit fruits and spirit wines, so he would take some out to entertain them, which could be considered repaying the favor for their gifts back then.
He also began to add a few more names to his plan.
But when he finished the preliminary plan and found Jiang Zhi, Jiang Zhi just gave him a playful look before saying, “No.”
“Huh?” Jiang Huai’s eyes widened.
“It’s too bothersome.”
Jiang Zhi was indeed a woman who couldn’t be bothered with marriage. Jiang Huai didn’t force her, and after a casual chat, Jiang Zhi caught him again and squeezed him twice before letting him go.
Next, Jiang Huai went to Ning Yuzhu.
At this moment, Ning Yuzhu was with her sisters in the courtyard, researching how to make better-tasting small cakes. Jiang Huai was forced to taste many pieces in the courtyard before finally having time to chat with Ning Yuzhu privately.
“Marriage?” Ning Yuzhu tilted her head. “I’m fine with it.”
“Then what style of wedding dress does Senior Disciple Sister like? Do you prefer lively or simple? Do you like…”
“Anything is fine,” Ning Yuzhu said gently. “I’ll listen to your arrangements.”
So, Jiang Huai went to Jiang Ning.
“Marriage?” Jiang Ning blinked at him. “It sounds so perverted.”
“…I think the one who rides on me at night and forces me to call her ‘little sister’ is more perverted,” Jiang Huai said, reaching out to tap her head. Then he looked at her. “So, is there anything you want?”
“Mmm…” Jiang Ning tilted her head and thought. “I want a wedding dress that you made with your own hands.”
“I’m already working on it.”
“I want wedding shoes made by your own hands too.”
“I’m also working on it.”
“Mmm… Then I guess that’s all.” Jiang Ning stuck out her tongue and blinked at him. “Then can we start the wedding dress play tonight?”
Jiang Huai reached out and tapped her head again.
Jiang Huai had only stopped by to ask about the wedding, but when he saw Bai Jin in a black off-the-shoulder qipao, he couldn’t move.
As his gaze lingered on Bai Jin for more than three seconds, Bai Jin said with a gentle smile, “Aunt Bai will be waiting for you in the bathhouse tonight.”
To Bai Jin’s surprise, Jiang Huai spoke first, “Can it not be tonight?”
Bai Jin tilted her head and gave Jiang Huai a reproachful look, but she got up from the lounge chair and returned to her room, her slender waist swaying. Jiang Huai followed behind her. As soon as he entered the room, he embraced her slender waist. Her waist was soft and tender, and the most slippery.
“Coincidentally, there’s been a bit more moisture lately. Shall I call Xiao Li over?” Bai Jin whispered into Jiang Huai’s ear.
She seemed to particularly enjoy moments when Bai Li and Jiang Huai were in her arms at the same time, which gave her a strange sense of accomplishment.
Bai Li was playing Five in a Row with Hu Hu. Hearing the transmitted message, Hu Hu came along. Today, Hu Hu was wearing a maid dress handmade by Ning Yuzhu. Below the dress, her white silk legs were slender and tender. Her face was full of anticipation. “I want one too, Aunt Bai.”
Bai Jin reached out her hand to her, and Hu Hu obediently sat beside her, placing her fox tail in Bai Jin’s palm, letting her play with it as she pleased.
But after Bai Jin played for a while, she whispered into her ear, “Doesn’t your mother have one too? Just call your mother over.”
At this moment, seeing the three people who had suddenly appeared in the room, Jiang Huai wanted to run away, but he was already hooked by Su Qiang’s fox tail and dragged back.
After finally pacifying all four of them to the point where they could no longer move, Bai Jin suddenly said playfully, “Jun Anshui has come of age. She has it too… I’ve already called her over.”
Jiang Huai angrily slapped Bai Jin’s butt.
Back in the courtyard, Jiang Huai let out a long sigh. As soon as he sat down, he saw Fang Moye, who was wearing a black palace dress with sheer black stockings underneath, leisurely drinking tea. Seeing him sit down, Fang Moye naturally placed her black-silk little feet on his leg.
Now that she and Ningning had done such outrageous things with Jiang Huai, she was no longer as shy as before. Jiang Huai glanced at her deeply and finally said slowly, “Do you want to marry me?”
Fang Moye shook her head.
“Are you embarrassed?”
“Marriage… it sounds like too much trouble,” Fang Moye replied guiltily. “It’s all the same whether we get married or not. If we really want to get married… let’s wait a few hundred years.”
She probably wanted to wait until everyone who knew about her relationship with Chu Xianning had died before getting married.
Jiang Huai could only pinch her little feet, acknowledging her invincibility.
The wind blew, scattering petals, and the autumn atmosphere grew stronger.
The osmanthus flowers in the courtyard had bloomed, filling the entire courtyard with a fragrant scent.
Jiang Huai lowered his head, looking at the white and tender little feet on his leg, and wondered when Chu Xianning had learned this habit. Chu Xianning was sitting opposite him, her teacup still emitting wisps of heat. Her white and tender little feet under the table were wearing transparent, pearlescent stockings today, hazy and elegant. Just as Jiang Huai couldn’t help but gently caress them, she kicked his foot away.
Then her little feet pressed against his lower abdomen. “I’m borrowing you to warm them up, not for you to play with.”
“Stingy.”
Chu Xianning glanced at him sideways, and Jiang Huai immediately reverted to his turtle-in-a-shell demeanor.
A few days ago, he had been punished for trying to bully Chu Xianning’s (__) and was confined in her embrace, wearing white lace gloves and enduring the whole night. Now, he would tremble slightly at the sight of Chu Xianning wearing those gloves.
“Speaking of which, Master… isn’t it almost three months?” Jiang Huai suddenly muttered softly.
Chu Xianning’s toes poked his lower abdomen. “So what?”
“This…”
Chu Xianning turned her face away. “You can bully me once for every three times you bully her.”
Fang Moye, who was currently playing with the cat borrowed from Luo Yueguan in the courtyard, suddenly looked up, her eyes beginning to gleam.
Perhaps because of that night three months ago, Chu Xianning had lost much of her respect for Fang Moye. She now treated Fang Moye like Luo Yueguan, and her words were no longer so gentle.
“Our marriage…”
“Winter,” Chu Xianning said, turning her face away.
Finally getting her consent, Jiang Huai became ecstatic and began to prepare the invitations, finalize the auspicious date, and take out the several wedding dress styles he had already prepared for Chu Xianning for her to choose from. Jiang Huai had prepared these long ago, just waiting for Chu Xianning’s approval.
Finally, Chu Xianning chose a pure white wedding dress, dignified and proper, without revealing too much skin.
The wedding date was set for two months later. Jiang Huai sent out the invitations he had prepared in advance. Chu Xianning didn’t have anyone she particularly wanted to invite, but surprisingly, she didn’t specifically ask Jiang Huai to keep the wedding simple, to be held only in a small courtyard.
In fact, Jiang Huai was a little puzzled at first, but Chu Xianning looked at him with calm and serene eyes. “Since it’s a wedding, if you want to announce it to the whole world, then announce it.”
The wedding of the two was finally held on White Dew Mountain.
White Dew Mountain was rich in spiritual Qi and had beautiful scenery. Jiang Huai didn’t invite many people, mostly seniors he knew. Perhaps because Jiang Huai had married Luo Yue Guan earlier, these elders were perhaps mentally prepared by now, but seeing that it had finally settled, they couldn’t help but feel a hint of surprise.
The wedding banquet dishes were personally cooked by Jiang Huai and Ning Yuzhu. The spirit fruits and spirit wines were all spiritual items unheard of in this realm. Jiang Huai had expected Chu Xianning to return to her cold and aloof demeanor today, but to his surprise, he saw a completely different Chu Xianning.
When she wore the wedding dress, he saw the smile at the corner of Chu Xianning’s mouth.
In that instant, he was dazed for a moment.
In the past, he rarely saw Chu Xianning smile, but recently, he had seen her smile many times. Yet today was different. Chu Xianning, in a pure white wedding gown, stood there quietly, her eyes gazing at him tenderly.
No longer so cold, no longer so proud.
“What is it?” Chu Xianning slightly raised her chin, her eyes gazing at him tenderly.
“Master… you’re smiling so beautifully.”
“Are you going to call me Master in front of others today?”
“Ningning.” Jiang Huai suddenly leaned closer to her. With no one around, he suddenly leaned in and kissed Chu Xianning on the cheek.
Usually, when he suddenly stole a kiss like this, Chu Xianning would give him a slightly disgusted look. But today, Chu Xianning only looked at him gently, her eyes instead revealing a hint of playfulness. “So… are you satisfied with just a stolen kiss?”
“It would be even better if Ningning could kiss me first.”
Chu Xianning walked a few steps closer to him, reached out her hand, and gently placed it on his shoulder. Jiang Huai froze, watching her face slowly lean closer. Her delicate pink lips touched his lips, bringing a pleasant fragrance.
He naturally put his arms around Chu Xianning’s slender waist, savoring the rich and soft fragrance of her lips, until her eyes gradually became bright and captivating. When her lips parted, there was still a trace of moisture.
After she leaned in and wiped away those water stains on his cheek, she asked softly, “Are you satisfied?”
Jiang Huai gently took her soft, boneless white and tender little hand. “Satisfied.”
Chu Xianning walked out of the room with him. By now, Fang Moye, Chu Xianning’s master, was already seated on the high platform, presiding over Jiang Huai’s wedding. It was Jiang Ning.
The people from the lower realm had never seen Jiang Ning before, but her cultivation and aura were already far more terrifying than the Heavenly Way of the Qingmu Realm. Jiang Ning’s lips were filled with smiles as she presided over the entire wedding for him.
Unexpectedly, when Jiang Huai went to toast the elders at the table, Chu Xianning was by his side. Jiang Huai drank one cup, and she drank one cup. After toasting all the elders, the two returned to the room. Chu Xianning’s eyes were still clear and gentle.
“No, this isn’t Ningning’s alcohol tolerance. You’re not Ningning, who are you?” Jiang Huai’s head was already feeling a bit dizzy. He reached out and gently poked Chu Xianning’s cheek. Chu Xianning’s eyes, however, remained clear and gentle.
She didn’t speak, just gazed at Jiang Huai gently, all unspoken words conveyed.
“So Ningning never got drunk every time we drank before?” Jiang Huai’s eyes widened. Chu Xianning, however, imitated his innocent look and blinked at him.
“That’s too much! You’ve deceived me so badly!” Jiang Huai embraced her slender body. Chu Xianning smiled with laughter in her eyes, reached out, and gently hugged his back, comforting him like coaxing a child.
Gradually, her body pushed him down onto the bed. She had not yet taken off her wedding dress, but she leaned close to his lips first, her delicate pink lips lightly touching his corner of the mouth.
