Chapter 65: Officially Becoming Daoist Couples
The unprecedented and grand ceremony lasted for three whole days.
The capital was immersed in endless celebration and spiritual rain, and all the demons were intoxicated, offering their sincerest blessings to their king and queen.
As the last blessing dance from the deep-sea merfolk came to a close in the Star Palace, and as the last guest departed with awe and wonder, the clamor finally subsided.
Holding Tanglu's hand, Chili stepped onto the jade steps bathed in moonlight and walked towards the once tranquil yet festive red-adorned bedroom.
The place was decorated more lavishly and warmly than ever before, with silk curtains and warm jade beds.
The air was filled with the soothing fragrance of thousand-year-old agarwood, which helped people sleep, and the sweet herbal scent emanating from Tang Lu's body.
Tang Lu was still immersed in the excitement and slight fatigue of the grand events of the past few days. Her little face was flushed, and her amber eyes looked particularly moist in the soft light of the palace lanterns.
She let Chi Li lead her, like a carefully dressed doll.
Upon entering the inner hall, Chi Li dismissed all the servants.
In the vast space, only the two of them remained, along with the faint crackling of the red candle.
The atmosphere suddenly changed.
An invisible tension, carrying ambiguity and excitement, quietly spread through the air.
Chi Li turned around and looked at Tang Lu, who was standing in the dim light, somewhat helplessly clutching the hem of her gorgeous wedding dress.
Her young husband, now free from the spotlight of the day, revealed a charmingly shy and endearing demeanor.
"Tired?" Chi Li's voice was lower and gentler than usual.
Tang Lu nodded, then shook her head, and honestly said, "A little... but I'm very happy."
She looked up at Chi Li, her eyes sparkling, "Everyone is blessing us, Li Li."
Chi Li's heart stirred. She walked up to her, her fingertips gently brushing against the swaying jewels on her crown, and removed the heavy crown that symbolized her status and constraints, placing it aside.
Her cloud-like hair cascaded down, making her small face appear even more delicate and fair.
“From now on, I will no longer be burdened by this thing,” Chi Li whispered.
Without the crown separating them, the two were closer, their breaths audible to each other.
Tang Lu could clearly smell the familiar scent on Chi Li, mixed with a hint of wine and the lively aftertaste of the celebration.
She suddenly remembered something, her face flushed even more, and her small hands nervously clutched the wide sleeves of her crimson-black imperial robe, whispering:
“Lili…today, a…a female official spoke to Tanglu…”
Chi Li's gaze narrowed slightly, and she asked calmly, "Oh? What did you say?"
She already had a vague idea of what was going on.
There are always some "sensible" subordinates who will try to "help" this seemingly ignorant young prince on his wedding night in their own way.
Tang Lu's face was almost buried in her collar, her voice barely audible:
"She said...that Tang Lu is the King's consort, and that she must...serve His Majesty well...make His Majesty...comfortable..."
Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, the last word almost escaping her lips, her ears burning red.
Although she didn't understand the specifics, the words "serve" and "comfort," combined with the lady-in-waiting's euphemistic and suggestive tone, made her vaguely realize that this seemed to be something very important, very intimate, and something she needed to do proactively.
She raised her head, her eyes filled with a clumsy, reckless courage, and a hint of uncertain trepidation:
"Tang Lu... what should Tang Lu do? Tang Lu wants... wants to make Li Li feel comfortable."
Seeing her looking so embarrassed yet still mustering the courage to ask because she wanted to be kind to her, Chi Li's heart felt as if it were being repeatedly teased by the softest feathers, or as if it were being completely submerged by warm spring water.
All restraint, all reason, crumbled at this moment.
The emotions she had forcibly suppressed in her heart, which had grown increasingly intense with the waiting, surged forth.
She comforted herself, saying that although Tang Lu had only been in human form for three years, she was already a mature tree.
That's acceptable... right?
She reached out her hand, not to answer, but to show her action.
With her fingertips gently lifting Tang Lu's chin, Chi Li leaned down and kissed those soft lips that were trembling slightly with nervousness.
Tang Lu was overwhelmed by the sudden, unfathomable passion in the kiss.
Her mind went blank, and she could only passively endure it, her small hands helplessly clenching Chi Li's sleeve.
When the kiss ended, both of them were a little out of breath.
Chi Li pressed his forehead against Tang Lu's, his crimson-gold eyes as deep as an abyss, churning with undercurrents Tang Lu had never seen before.
Her fingertips caressed Tang Lu's swollen, red lips, glistening with moisture, her voice terribly hoarse:
"No need for anyone else to teach you..." Her breath hotly sprayed onto Tang Lu's sensitive skin, "I... will personally teach you what... the etiquette of Daoist partners is."
As soon as she finished speaking, she scooped Tang Lu up in her arms.
Tang Lu gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around Chi Li's neck.
The magnificent wedding gown's skirt flowed like a golden waterfall, drawing a dazzling arc in the air.
Chi Li carried her step by step toward the warm jade couch covered with soft silk.
The flickering red candle cast their shadows on the wall, their figures intricately intertwined.
She was gently placed on the couch, and Chi Li's figure followed, covering her and blocking out all the light, leaving only the burning flame in their eyes.
"Are you scared?" Chi Li asked, her voice suppressing a huge wave of emotion.
Tang Lu looked up at the pair of eyes above her, eyes that were both aggressive and filled with endless tenderness.
Through soul resonance, she could clearly sense Chi Li's almost explosive thoughts.
The panic and uncertainty in her heart subsided.
She reached out and gently stroked Chi Li's equally flushed cheek, shook her head, and said softly:
"Being with Lili...I'm not afraid."
These words were the final permission, completely igniting the fire that had been suppressed in Chi Li's heart for thousands of years.
The silk curtains slowly descended, concealing the spring light within the room.
The moonlight outside the window seemed to shyly hide behind the clouds.
The night is still long.
And they finally possessed each other completely on their rightful wedding night.
From body to mind, from soul to spirit.
Finally, just before falling asleep, Tang Lu's last thought was: "So the people in the painting weren't really fighting, but they must be exhausted."
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