Chapter 157 Wedding 3

The sound of cheers outside could be faintly heard. Wen Ning listened to the noise that seemed to have no intention of stopping, and thought that he might not be able to come back for a while.

She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately felt that the complicated wedding dress was heavy and restrictive, so she asked Wanqing and Yunxiu to help her take it off and change into a light and soft red casual dress.

Wanqing gently adjusted her belt and gazed at her beautiful reflection in the mirror, eyes filled with amazement. She sighed sincerely, "Young lady, you look like this today. Even the fairies in the Moon Palace would be so ashamed that they would hide their shadows. Just looking at you makes my heart tremble. I can't take my eyes off you for even a moment."

"It's time to call her Madam." Yunxiu reminded with a smile.

Wan Qing immediately stuck out her tongue playfully and quickly changed her words, "Yes, yes, Madam, please don't blame me!"

Wen Ning's cheeks flushed slightly, and she gently scolded, "You two, you're making fun of me."

Wan Qing kept working while she continued, "The Marquis truly loves Madam, he doesn't want to wait even a single day! I heard from Guard Qingfeng that in order to finalize this marriage as soon as possible, the Marquis actually went to see the Director of the Imperial Observatory, carrying three pigeon egg-sized pearls!"

Wen Ning's hands, combing her long hair, paused for a moment, and she looked up at Wan Qing's reflection in the mirror. "Three... Dongzhu?"

Wanqing and Yunxiu looked at each other, pursed their lips and nodded vigorously.

At the banquet in the front hall, although Xie Jinglan was the protagonist, he also had his own rules.

He was in a very good mood today and tried his best to interact with the guests and respond appropriately, but every time he raised his glass, he only took a sip and did not let himself get really drunk.

As for the generals under his command, no one dared to step forward and force him to drink.

When the banquet was halfway through, he found a break and handed the important task of entertaining the guests to Chen Lin.

Then, he quietly withdrew.

He first went to the bathroom to wash off the smell of alcohol, then took a piece of sweet tangerine to clean his mouth, and then he couldn't wait to stride back to the bridal chamber.

Wanqing and Yunxiu were serving. When they saw the Marquis come back, they smiled at each other, then bowed and retreated tactfully, and considerately closed the door gently.

Xie Jinglan looked up and saw his Ning'er in a soft red dress, sitting quietly in front of the dressing mirror, her black hair falling like a waterfall, breathtakingly beautiful in the dim candlelight.

He finally married his Ning'er, his long-cherished wish came true, and his joy was almost overflowing.

However, within this ultimate satisfaction, there is a lingering fear of loss.

His first meeting with her was not a happy one.

That was when he was poisoned and insane. He dragged her into the darkness and treated her as a life-saving antidote. It was so brutal and so unbearable to look back on.

As a result, all the pain and suffering she endured later was caused by this.

Even though he cherishes her deeply now, the initial filth and hurt have become a thorn in his heart that cannot be removed.

His Ning'er, like all ordinary women in the world, should have longed for an encounter in an open and aboveboard atmosphere under the gentle breeze and bright moon, rather than being forced to be entangled with his life in such an embarrassing situation.

He didn't know whether this marriage that he cherished so much would eventually leave her with an irreparable regret?

Xie Jinglan walked up to her, bent his knees and half-knelt, his eyes level with hers. "Why don't you lie down and rest first? You've been tossing and turning for so long today, are you tired?"

Xie Jinglan was also wearing a red nightgown that matched Wen Ning's. His long, dark hair was not tied up and was still wet from a bath.

A few strands of hair on his forehead rested loosely on his brow bones, which not only did not make him look messy, but instead diluted his usual coldness and added a bit of unruly youthfulness.

Even though Wen Ning had seen him like this, a slight warmth still rose in the tips of her ears.

The corners of her lips lifted slightly, and she said softly, "Waiting for you..."

Xie Jinglan's heart warmed up, and he reached out and picked her up steadily, and sat down with her in front of the large dressing table.

Wen Ning leaned sideways in his arms, her whole body enveloped by his aura.

She adjusted her posture slightly, her fingertips unconsciously entwining the ties of his nightgown, and whispered, "I heard... that the Marquis gave three oriental pearls to the Imperial Observatory in order to get married soon?"

Xie Jinglan looked down at her and said without hiding anything, "Yeah."

Seeing her eyes flickering with regret, Xie Jinglan couldn't help but laugh, "Why? Ning'er, are you worried about those three Dongzhu?"

He held her tighter in his arms and soothed her gently, "There are still plenty in the storeroom. If Ning'er likes anything, I'll have someone hand over the keys to the storeroom to you tomorrow. You can move any that you like into your room to play with, okay?"

Wen Ning was stunned at first when she heard this, and then a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, as if she was shocked by his arrogance of "moving here for fun".

But she quickly calmed down, her eyes gleaming with seriousness. "I simply felt that since my father had already granted the marriage, and Concubine Hui would definitely not hinder me from leaving the palace, naturally... I could come on time to detoxify the Marquis..."

Her voice gradually faded, and she lowered her eyelashes as if embarrassed, avoiding his burning gaze.

Xie Jinglan was slightly startled when he heard this. He looked at her slender neck that was exposed when she lowered her eyes, and a sigh rolled through his throat.

"So Ning'er thought that I was so anxious to marry you because I wanted to cure the poison."

He lowered his head and bit her soft earlobe lightly, his voice full of grievance, "I am your husband, so wronged... Ning'er missed me so much, she deserves to be punished."

Wen Ning shrank her neck slightly, and her cheeks became even redder.

She argued, "Even if...even if the Marquis was anxious to marry me in order to cure the poison...it's only natural."

She put her arms around his neck and rested her burning cheek against his shoulder. "The torture the Marquis endured when the poison took effect was unbearable for ordinary people. Ning'er knows this. If I can relieve the Marquis's suffering, I would... willingly do so."

The light in Xie Jinglan's eyes suddenly became soft, as if all the stars in the sky were rubbed into his eyes.

He sighed contentedly and tightened his grip.

He felt that what his Ning'er had just said was more touching than any love words.

He couldn't help but lower his head, hold those rosy and moist lips, and kiss them gently.

Wen Ning gently closed her eyelashes and obediently accepted his love and affection. The sweet citrus fragrance left by his mouth when he just rinsed it spread between her lips and teeth, lingering and refreshing.

The man stepped back slightly, nuzzled her nose affectionately, and murmured softly, "This lip balm..."

Wen Ningtan opened her mouth slightly, her voice as soft as a mosquito, "It's... it's the box that the Marquis sent..."

Before she could finish her words, his lips sealed hers again, and he took advantage of the gap between her teeth to wantonly grab her sweetness.

The candlelight flickers red, and the stars sink into the blue sky.

After a long time, he reluctantly stepped back.

Wen Ning's eyes were misty and she was breathing slightly, looking at him in confusion.