"The Imperial Concubine cannot remove it herself. I know the rules of Dongwei. This veil can only be removed by the husband after drinking the nuptial wine, so that the wedding banquet can be happy forever."

"Although the carriage is in a remote location, my husband can still manage to drink two cups of nuptial wine." The man teased lightly, but his tone was serious.

After the man finished speaking, Qingyin felt a glass of wine being placed in her hand.

Their hands were intertwined, and a glass of wine was offered to the red lips beneath the veil.

She dipped her glass in wine, and then the red veil was lifted.

The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, but before she could open them, a pair of familiar large hands blocked her view.

"The light was blinding, and the imperial concubine slowly opened her eyes."

Qingyin's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, striking that large hand and stirring ripples in the man's heart.

Qingyin paused for a moment, then said, "I'm all better now, you didn't need to hold out for so long."

Xie Ping felt a little embarrassed. Wasn't it because his little wife's eyelashes were too long and thick? Just thinking about his hand being pressed directly against his little wife's hand made him reluctant to leave.

The man lowered his hand, and Qingyin opened her eyes as well.

As soon as Qingyin opened her eyes, she didn't miss Xie Ping, who was dressed in red and looked particularly energetic and festive. He stared at her without blinking. Qingyin was a little speechless and looked at the man, "Why aren't you going out yet? This team still needs you to command, right?"

A rare hint of grievance crossed Xie Ping's handsome face. He pressed himself against the young woman, his eyes pleading, "We're already married, and you haven't called me 'husband' even once. I..."

Qingyin looked at the person, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

She gently moved closer to the man, placing a light kiss on his left cheek. Before he could react, the girl whispered in his ear.

"My husband, go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

The few words, though seemingly casual, touched the man's heart, yet stirred up endless ripples.

Xie Ping's face turned bright red instantly. "I...I...I'll go out first. Qingqing, wait for me."

After saying that, the man didn't dare to look at Qingyin's dreamy face, and hurriedly turned around and stepped out of the carriage.

But the figure in the back seemed flustered, as if fleeing.

Sitting in the carriage, Qingyin raised an eyebrow slightly. "Hmph, I thought he was some seasoned Casanova, but he's just an ignorant brat." For once, a smile appeared in Qingyin's eyes.