Jiang Shuyue wasn't completely drunk; although she felt a little dizzy, she was still clear-headed.

February in Beijing is still cool and breezy, and it's not until March that it starts to get warm.

March has many auspicious days, and the spring weather is the most comfortable of the year, so there's no need to wear a heavy wedding dress.

Jiang Shuyue wasn't a true lady of high society at heart. She didn't know how to embroider her wedding dress herself, nor did she prepare in advance. Time was too tight, and even the embroiderers couldn't finish it in time.

After calculating her own life, she looked at Nangong Zeyue's eagerness to get married.

Jiang Shuyue's finger stopped on March 6th.

Nangong Zeyue's eyes were fixed on the fair fingers moving across the almanac. When Jiang Shuyue's fingers stopped, he was so excited that his heart jumped into his throat.

"Moon Lady, how about this one? It's auspicious, and our lives will be smooth sailing, sweet and loving, with the wife always in harmony with the husband."

Nangong Zeyue's words were earnest, her tone almost pleading.

Under the eaves, Qiuju and Lan'er, listening to the incoherent ramblings inside, couldn't help but cover their mouths and giggle.

Tonight, Qiuju and Lan'er both wisely avoided each other.

"I also think this day is good, let's go with it."

Jiang Shuyue set the wedding date, and Nangong Zeyue was overjoyed. If it weren't for the strict separation between men and women, he would have loved to cross the coffee table and hold the woman he had been dreaming of in his arms.

Qiuju and Lan'er both breathed a sigh of relief.

The young lady has finally found a home.

Qiuju's hand unconsciously moved to her belly. From tonight onwards, she and her husband could be intimate without any restraint. It would be even better if she and her mistress could become pregnant at the same time.

After setting the wedding date, Jiang Shuyue closed the almanac and looked at Nangong Zeyue with a serious expression. "Our wedding should not be too ostentatious. We can skip the formalities of betrothal, name-asking, auspicious date selection, and wedding ceremony. We can simply decorate our new home and invite a few close friends to witness the wedding ceremony."

"This, this is too unfair to you."

Nangong Zeyue looked apologetic, but deep down he knew that his wedding with Yue Niang shouldn't be a big affair.

He had ulterior motives. Yue Niang couldn't understand that black-hearted man's thoughts, but he saw them clearly.

If he were to parade the bridal sedan chair around the streets in a grand manner, it would probably be robbed before he even left Guixiang Street.

He paused for a moment and said, "I will listen to Yue Niang. We can skip the six formalities, but we can't skimp on the monetary gift. Before returning to the military camp tomorrow, I will entrust the matter to Qiu Ju."

Nangong Zeyue looked at Jiang Shuyue with tender eyes, "Yue Niang, you just need to focus on getting married. The two commanders in the military camp are taking good care of me, and I will find an opportunity to ask for leave to go home."

Nangong Zeyue paused, staring blankly at Jiang Shuyue and blinking, "Can I stay tonight?"

Jiang Shuyue's cheeks immediately turned bright red. She never expected that people in ancient times would also want to try love before marriage.

She has the soul of a modern person, so it's not unacceptable for her to check the goods before the wedding. However, things are different here, with dozens of eyes watching in the mansion.

If she lets him stay overnight, what will people think of her afterward?

Furthermore, Nangong Zeyue is a martial artist. Although she appears to be frail, she is actually agile and strong, the kind of person who looks thin in clothes but has muscles when undressed.

He is about the same height as Xiao Jingzhao, and should have no physical defects, so there's no need to test him.

She glanced shyly at the door and said, "Don't talk nonsense. You're drunk. I'll have Gao Mu take you home. Qiu Ju has already instructed the servants to change the bedding and sheets on your bed. There's plenty of time in the future, so don't let the servants laugh at you."

"What a joke. It's not like I haven't stayed overnight here before. The bedding in Shumoxuan should still be there. Even if I don't see Suisui, I can sleep on the bed he slept on."

Nangong Zeyue spoke with a straight face.

Seeing Jiang Shuyue's face turn as red as a boiled shrimp, Nangong Zeyue stood up and leaned forward.

He leaned close to Jiang Shuyue's ear and whispered mischievously, "Moon Lady, have you misunderstood? There are some things I wouldn't dare to do even if I wanted to."

"Don't be so serious. Who told you to always talk nonsense in the past?"

Nangong Zeyue's warm breath tickled her ears.

Jiang Shuyue glared at Nangong Zeyue with shame and indignation, then poked Nangong Zeyue's head back a couple of inches with her finger.

This guy is the kind of person who can open a dye shop with just a couple of ounces of paint.

"Moon Maiden, I love you, but I will respect you. Are you still dizzy?" Nangong Zeyue put away his unruly smile and reached out to touch Jiang Shuyue's head.

"I feel a little dizzy, but it's okay, I'll feel better in a bit."

"I'll go ask Lan'er to bring you a bowl of hangover soup. Drink it before you go to sleep, okay?" Nangong Zeyue's gaze towards Jiang Shuyue was so tender it could melt your heart.

Jiang Shuyue shook her head: "I won't drink it. You've asked me three times already. If I drink so much water at this hour, my eyelids will be swollen by tomorrow morning."

Jiang Shuyue was too embarrassed to admit that she didn't want to get up in the middle of the night to relieve herself.

Nangong Zeyue glanced at the hourglass in the room; another hour had passed.

How come time flies when I'm with Yue Niang?

"You rest, I'll go and call Qiuju and Lan'er in to help you wash up."

"No, I can manage on my own." Jiang Shuyue reached out to stop Nangong Zeyue, but her hand grasped only empty air.

The beaded curtain jingled as Nangong Zeyue walked out with light steps.

"Congratulations, young master."

"Congratulations, young master."

Qiuju and Lan'er emerged together from behind the pillars under the eaves.

Nangong Zeyue thought about the joke she had just made to Jiang Shuyue, and the corner of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"You've been here the whole time? I was just looking for you. Quickly, help the young lady settle in."

Qiuju suppressed a laugh and said, "No, Lan'er and I just arrived."

Nangong Zeyue: "..."

These two can't even lie. If they just arrived, they wouldn't know what he and Yue Niang were discussing, so why would they congratulate him?

She clearly heard both of their conversations.

Thinking of how the maids of wealthy families in the capital served the master and mistress in the outer room, and even after the couple had consummated their marriage, the maids would still go inside to serve them.

This is so embarrassing.

Nangong Zeyue secretly grumbled to herself, thinking that when they got married, she would definitely discuss with Yue Niang the matter of not having any maids to serve them in the outer room.

Seeing the two people cover their mouths as they passed by her, Nangong Zeyue turned around and looked at the beautiful figures under the dim light in the room.

When I turned around again, my eyes were clear, without a trace of drunkenness.

Nangong Zeyue left Xingyue Courtyard and went straight to Shumoxuan. She entered the room, lit the candles, lowered the gauze curtains of the canopy bed, paused briefly in the room, and then turned and left.

Looking around, he couldn't see Cangyun and Gao Mu. He went straight to the backyard, leaped over the wall like a swallow, and headed towards Huanhua Street. In two leaps, he disappeared into the silver moonlight.

inside the house.

Jiang Shuyue felt as if she had forgotten something today.

Qiuju and Lan'er came in and congratulated her.

"Congratulations, Miss! Young Master is shy!"

"Miss, the young master is usually so carefree and jovial, but it turns out he's actually quite sensitive."

Qiuju and Lan'er both had smiles on their faces.

Before Jiang Shuyue could even think about what she had missed, her eyebrows curved into a smile. "You two must have misjudged him. He's not shy at all."