Chapter 327: Wedding Night (Part 2)
Chapter 327: Wedding Night (Part 2)
One day, you might die on the streets, leaving no remains..."
"Pfft, pfft..."
The three spat in unison, "On this joyous day, Master, your words truly dampen the mood. We punish you with a drink!"
The master accepted the punishment with laughter.
Three cups in a row.
Then, suddenly standing up, he laughed, "Tonight is my disciple's wedding night. You three old men, do you still want to stay here and eavesdrop? Go, go, get out, and enjoy your walk!"
Action: In an instant, the four figures vanished into the night, leaving the courtyard quiet.
Fang Che, clad in a red robe, stepped outside, gazing up at the starry sky. His expression was resolute as he exhaled, his breath forming frost in the cold air, creating a white dragon in the darkness.
Turning his head, he looked back at the table, where the four old demon leaders seemed to still be enjoying their drinks.
Their voices still echoed in his ears.
"Ah..."
Fang Che let out a long sigh.
...
Night Dream sat tensely on the edge of the bed, her face covered by a red veil. Her mind was in turmoil, like a hurricane raging across the vast ocean, waves crashing and breaking, an endless tempest.
Various thoughts and memories flooded her, but she felt confused, unsure of her own thoughts.
Yet, one thing was clear to Night Dream: her fate would be different after tonight.
Fang Che.
Night Demon!
Starlight Commander!
Chancellor Fang!
Her husband.
Night Dream took a deep breath.
She thought about her mission and her task.
Her teeth tightly clenched her red lips.
I carry the burden of millions on this continent!
These are the lives of countless people!
If I were to sink...
Night Dream's bright eyes gently closed.
Her heart had made its decision.
"I'm sorry, my husband."
"I'm an undercover agent."
"I don't expect you to forgive me later, but... no matter when, no matter life or death, I will always be by your side. Even if one day you discover me and kill me with your own hands... Night Dream will hold no grudge."
Night Dream's eyes tightly shut, and two lines of clear tears trickled down her face.
The door creaked open, then closed again.
Night Dream's heart raced, and her body tensed.
He's here!
Her heart pounded erratically, and she felt a rush of anxiety.
At this moment, the only thing giving her a sense of security was the red veil covering her head, allowing her to feel like she was still in hiding.
Fang Che slowly approached the bed, hearing Night Dream's rapid breathing, and couldn't help but chuckle. Nervous?
I'm nervous too!
Complex feelings?
My emotions should be even more complex than yours.
He sat down gently beside her and spoke softly, "Let's keep the red veil on for now and have a little chat first, okay?"
The red veil shook, and Night Dream nodded slightly.
"It's sudden, isn't it? I feel it's sudden too."
Fang Che whispered, "To be honest, I never expected things to turn out this way. Do you believe me?"
Believe! Night Dream's lips also curled into a bitter smile.
If Fang Che had harbored such intentions, she would have been unable to escape, and he would have made his move long ago.
But he never did.
Even when Teacher Shen insisted on the arrangement, he refused.
"It's not that I dislike you. I'm just worried that I might harm you."
Fang Che whispered, "Because, after all, I'm a demon leader."
"No matter how bright my surface identity is, deep down, I'm still a Night Demon of the One Heart Sect."
"You're not from the demon sect, and by marrying me, you'll definitely be implicated."
"So, I've been hesitating. But today, my teacher made the decision for me."
"Because he's worried that you might change in the future. If not, he would have to kill you, and I can't bear that."
Fang Che smiled as he spoke, "Moreover, I'm not against it in my heart, so I might as well go with the flow."
Night Dream listened carefully, and suddenly, a sweetness rose within her.
She probed her own heart and realized: I actually... don't oppose it either.
Fang Che laughed, "I never expected that the dirty little girl I once saved out of softness would become my concubine, a weirdo..."
Night Dream hummed through her nose.
Weirdo? You're the weirdo.
Fang Che continued, "What about you? What are your thoughts about becoming my concubine today? Are you unwilling?"
Night Dream remained silent.
What's the point of my willingness or unwillingness? Even if you yourself are willing or unwilling, it doesn't matter, and yet you ask me?
Indeed, Fang Che spoke, "Whether you're willing or not, it doesn't matter. But I still ask."
Under the red veil, Night Dream's lips pouted.
You still ask even though you know.
Fang Che leaned in, and his voice took on a suggestive tone, "I'm going to lift the veil now."
Night Dream's body trembled, and she became tense.
"I want to see my concubine."
Fang Che said, "Ah... Speaking of which, I'm afraid I might be tempted by your appearance. Since you arrived, I haven't taken a good look at you. Do you have scars on your face?"
Night Dream hummed, "I do have scars, and they'll scare you to death if you see them."
"Then I must take a look. I love scars the most."
Night Dream held her breath.
She saw a pair of fair fingers gently lifting the red veil.
Revealed was a face that was both pleasing and coy, with expressive eyes and a flushed complexion.
His gaze was complex, filled with resignation, joy, anticipation, and fear...
Her rosy lips quivered as she looked at Fang Che.
Fang Che sighed in satisfaction, "Indeed, a weirdo."
Night Dream's lips pouted again.
Have you ever seen such a beautiful weirdo?
"Come, let's drink a cup of wine. This is our wedding toast."
Fang Che brought over a wine cup and passed it to her. Their arms touched as they drank, and Night Dream's face turned pink.
It was as if they had completed an important ceremony in their lives.
The ceremonial feeling was especially clear.
"There's no one to serve us, so I'll have to do it myself."
Fang Che took a strand of his hair and Night Dream's hair, tying them together in a knot.
Placing it into a jade box, he handed it to Ye Meng, saying, "Take good care of this. From today onwards, for the rest of your life, you can't escape me."
Ye Meng, shocked, stammered as she held the box, "Young Master, this... betrothal gift... isn't it for the main wife?"
Fang Che smiled, covering her lips with his own and whispering softly, "Silly..."
Ye Meng felt herself floating in mid-air.
Her mind was hazy, unable to think, almost suffocating. Finally, she separated, feeling her body about to collapse.
She had no strength left.
Breathing heavily, her eyes sparkled like stars in a dream.
Fang Che whispered, "The arrow is on the string... Do you want to undress yourself, or should I help you?"
Ye Meng didn't react, staring at him without speaking.
Her mind was clearly in a daze.
Fang Che sighed, realizing this silly girl had fainted.
He decided to take matters into his own hands, slowly removing her hairpin, causing her long, silky hair to cascade down.
Strands of hair covered her beautiful face, revealing only half of her charming features.
He gently reached out, unbuttoning Ye Meng's red robe, exposing her white undergarment.
Ye Meng closed her eyes, breathing rapidly, her chest heaving, her small mouth tense and slightly open, her body trembling.
But she remained silent, her body limp, as if she had no bones, leaning against Fang Che.
The burning candle made a popping sound, and twin candle flowers bloomed.
Fang Che's movements became faster as he removed her clothing, his eyes burning with desire. Ye Meng remained motionless, trembling, feeling her skin exposed...
She couldn't help but whimper, "Young Master, I... I'm afraid..."
"There's no need to be afraid. With me by your side, there's nothing to fear..."
"..."
"Ye Meng..."
"From now on..."
"For the rest of your life..."
The bed curtains were drawn, rippling with countless waves, swaying gently.
Ye Meng covered her mouth, unable to control herself. Her voice was melodious and enchanting, like a lament, a mix of joy and annoyance, like smoke and mist, like a beautiful midnight dream, quietly unfolding...
The red candles flickered, casting a festive glow on the bridal chamber, making everything look red and celebratory.
In the room, flowers filled the space, their fragrance overwhelming the senses.
Candle wax slowly dripped, seemingly foreshadowing the challenges the newlyweds might face. He gently removed the branch, ensuring safety.
Ye Meng, still in his arms, seemed lost in the moment, her body trembling.
She made no sound, her mind clouded.
Fang Che sighed, "You're so silly... From now on, I'll take care of you."
Ye Meng didn't respond, her eyes tightly shut, her body limp in his embrace.
The bed curtains swayed, and her soft moans filled the room, echoing in the stillness of the night.
Ye Meng covered her mouth, unable to contain her emotions. Her voice, like a beautiful melody, carried through the room, expressing joy, annoyance, and a mix of emotions, like a dream in the night, captivating and enchanting.
The red candles flickered, casting a warm glow on the bridal chamber, creating an atmosphere of love and passion.
In the room, flowers adorned the space, their fragrance filling the air.
Candle wax dripped slowly, as if foreshadowing the challenges the newlyweds might face, a journey of love and passion.
The night wind howled, and out, a passionate dance.
Fang Che, in the throes of passion, pushed deeper, her body trembling, moaned, her voice echoing through the chamber, a melody of pleasure and surrender.
The bed curtains swayed, a dance of passion, as her moans filled the room, a symphony of desire.
The red candles flickered, casting a warm glow, enhancing the intimate atmosphere.
In the room, flowers adorned the space, their fragrance adding to the sensual ambiance.
Candle wax dripped slowly, a silent witness to the couple's intimacy.
Outside, the night wind whispered, carrying the sounds of their passion into the forest, a melody of nature and desire.
Fang Che, his eyes closed, his breath rapid, held Ye Meng tightly, their bodies intertwined, a dance of love and surrender.
The bed curtains swayed, a silent observer, as their passion filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and surrender.
The red candles flickered, casting a warm glow, enhancing the experience, a memory to cherish.
The night wind whispered, carrying the sounds of their passion into the forest, a melody of nature and desire, a song of love and surrender.
Action: In the morning, the four elders of the Yin Shengong had yet to return, and no one knew where they had gone to enjoy themselves, so carefree and unbothered.
It wasn't until almost noon that the four of them returned, unsteadily, and even called for a table of food and drinks.
Fang Che hurriedly approached them, complaining, "Master, where did you go? Why are you so late? We were waiting to pay our respects and serve you tea this morning, but we couldn't find you."
Yin Shengong froze, patting his forehead, "This matter... I really lack experience, I completely forgot about it."
Forgot...
Fang Che was left speechless.
Yin Shengong sighed, "It's all your second master's fault. He insisted on giving you more time and dragged me along, preventing me from returning. Mu Lin Yuan, come here and take your punishment."
Mu Lin Yuan chuckled as he walked over, "It's not too late. We're people of the jianghu, we don't mind such things. As long as it's before noon, it's fine. Master, let's hurry, the sun is almost at its peak."
The four elders swiftly entered the main hall.
They sat upright with solemnity and dignity.
Yin Shengong even used his energy to shake off the dust and disperse the alcohol scent from his body. Mu Lin Yuan and the others wanted to do the same, but Yin Shengong stopped them, "You three are just sidekicks, don't take it so seriously."
The three elders huffed and glared, feeling indignant.
However, they didn't dare to overshadow the master, so they grudgingly accepted the ceremony with a face full of resentment.
Fang Che quickly called out Ye Meng and had him kneel to serve tea.
The four elders received the tea with dignity, and after taking a sip, the ceremony was complete.
Yin Shengong was delighted and immediately took out a string of beads, handing it to Ye Meng.
The beads glowed with a purple light, as if containing hidden power.
"This is a string of Tianxin Jade. When worn, it repels all evil and protects against mental demons during cultivation, allowing for quick entry into a meditative state. It also gradually purges the body of poison."
Yin Shengong explained, "This is... our family's heirloom. I entrust it to you for safekeeping. In the future, when you have a child, it will be their betrothal gift."
Mu Lin Yuan and the other two elders were surprised, as this was indeed Yin Shengong's family treasure.
Yin Shengong had kept it by his side for half his life, and today he was willing to part with it.
"Thank you, Master," Ye Meng said as he knelt and kowtowed.
"Take good care of him, and you two live well too," Yin Shengong said with a deep voice.
"Yes," they replied.
Immediately, Mu Lin Yuan and the other two elders also presented valuable gifts.
All of them were given to Ye Meng.
Fang Che held out his hand, "Master, what about me?"
"What do you want today?" Yin Shengong asked, stroking his beard and glaring. "This is a gift for the newlyweds, and also a name-changing gift. It has nothing to do with you. Besides, didn't you already receive a pile of gifts yesterday? Are you still not satisfied?"
"Umm..." Fang Che stammered.
"I thought I would get something too," he said, embarrassed.
"Get out!" The four elders scolded in unison.
Ye Meng covered his mouth, trying to hold back a smile.
At noon, Yin Shengong insisted they all have a meal together, calling it a reunion dinner.
Afterwards, Yin Shengong and the three elders stayed at the residence, asking about the affairs of Heaven's Escort Bureau every day.
Fang Che was very open about it and told them everything.
The four elders were extremely satisfied.
Fang Che put on his chancellor robes, shimmering with gold, and went on duty, while the four elders stayed at home, basking in the sun.
After they had their fill of sunbathing, they would stroll the streets, admiring Fang Che's commanding presence with awe.
Sometimes, they would quietly slip into the bureau, hiding their presence to observe the branch's operations.
They watched the younger demons' daily tasks and listened to their private discussions.
Their satisfaction grew day by day.
Night Demon, under the codename Starlight, managed this branch, and he had cultivated an almost god-like reputation.
It was truly hilarious... such a smooth move! Even Fang Che felt a sense of warmth for three consecutive days.
With the elders watching over the branch, Starlight took a few days off.
After work, he would return home, drink, and retire to the bridal chamber.
On the third day of his marriage, Fang Che released all his pressure and immersed himself in the gentle embrace of love.
Even the elders, watching from the sidelines, found him somewhat adorable...
...
On the third day of Fang Che's marriage, at the Guardian Headquarters.
Dong Fang Sansan looked at the intelligence report sent by Yue Ying, a smile tugging at her lips.
"I said so last time, but you kept hesitating. In the end, it was Yin Shengong who played the matchmaker. Humph, I, the Hall Master and Chief Military Advisor of the Guardians, my face is less valuable than that of a mere sect master of Yixin Sect."
After some thought,
Dong Fang Sansan felt that she should send a gift to Fang Che and Ye Meng for their marriage, but what to send was a big problem.
She didn't feel comfortable sending people from the southeast, as the risk of information leakage was real, and such a risk was unacceptable.
If she sent people from headquarters... currently, aside from herself, only Xue Fuxiao knew Fang Che's identity.
Dong Fang Sansan was torn.
Xue Fuxiao... is also the number one expert on the Cloud Armament Ranking. How could she use such a person as a mere errand runner?... This would be unfair to Little Snow.
Dong Fang Sansan sighed.
There was no other way, you know too much. Running an errand isn't that big of a deal...
After finding a reason, Dong Fang Sansan immediately suppressed the guilt and unease of using the number one expert as an errand runner, and felt justified.
It's you, Little Snow.
Fast, safe, and most importantly, absolutely confidential—I'll go. With this thought, Little Snow was truly a unique choice for running errands!
Hmm, no one else could be more suitable.
The next problem was, what to send as a gift?
Reminder... Hmm?
(End of Chapter)
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