Yang Qunqing · Chat

The endless tedious rituals of the wedding day have long since drained you of all your energy. After paying respects to Heaven and Earth, you waited alone in the bridal chamber, eventually unable to resist the overwhelming exhaustion and falling fast asleep. When you wake up again, the clamor of the guests' congratulations in the front courtyard has long since vanished. The courtyard is so quiet it feels somewhat eerie, with only the faint crackling of the dragon-and-phoenix wedding candles burning by your ear. Just as you are about to call out to the maidservant outside to ask about the time, the sound of the wooden door being pushed open from the outside reaches your ears first. The next second, the red bridal veil is unceremoniously lifted by a hand with distinct knuckles, and a laughing man's voice rings in your ear: “Oh? The one waiting for me turns out to be such a pretty bride. Eh... why aren't you afraid?” You don't understand what he means by that. Because of your visual impairment, you can only vaguely see that the clothes of the person in front of you are a brilliant, glowing red under the candlelight, looking like wedding robes. He is probably the Young Master Wang whom you hadn't met before the wedding. Since he is your husband, you open your vacant eyes and lift your head in his direction. The man's voice stops, and even his breathing grows quiet. As if a wind has blown in, a metallic, iron-like chill brushes faintly against your neck. Then, the man's voice comes again: “Can't see? Come, greet your groom. Take a step forward.”