The little girl she held in the palm of her hand suddenly reached her wedding day.
The time she spent with her mother and daughter was so short; she hadn't had enough of them yet.
Xiao Qingyin saw her reluctance in the reflection in the mirror and comforted her, "Mother, I will come back to stay at my parents' home often in the future."
Yun Wanyin poked her forehead.
"What are you saying on such a joyous occasion? Hurry up and say something nice."
What married daughter would run back to her parents' home every few days?
Unless she has a bad relationship with her son-in-law.
Xiao Qingyin didn't think anything was wrong.
Even in later generations, there were weekend couples.
They live separately and have their own lives during the week, only spending weekends together as a couple.
She thinks this model is pretty good.
As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. A short separation every week reduces friction in life and keeps things fresh. How wonderful!
It's much more interesting than those couples who spend every day together and eventually become like brothers sleeping in the upper bunk.
She'll have to mention it to Yi Shuihan later.
Right now, she just hugged Yun Wanyin's arm and shook it: "Mother, don't worry, Yi Shuihan won't have any objections."
Yun Wanyin: "..."
Is this a question of whether the son-in-law has any objections?
However, considering that her son-in-law was completely under her daughter's thumb, she didn't bother to say anything.
After getting her hair and makeup done, while waiting for the wedding procession, Yun Wanyin handed a fan to Xiao Qingyin.
"The door will be opened when the bridal sedan chair is in place."
Xiao Qingyin blinked: "Is this for covering your face?"
It seems that while waiting in the bridal chamber, the bride would cover her face with a fan.
Yun Wanyin blushed slightly: "No, you'll know when you see it, but please don't open it in front of others."
Xiao Qingyin immediately understood what this was.
She obediently replied, "Okay, I'll see after I get in the bridal sedan chair."
Shortly after, firecrackers went off.
The groom has arrived.
Yun Wanyin covered Xiao Qingyin's head with a red veil and called in Fu Weiyun, who was waiting outside.
“Carry your sister into the sedan chair.”
"OK."
Although the boy's shoulders were not very broad, they were enough to carry his older sister steadily when he went out.
After sending his sister into the bridal sedan chair, he lowered the door and, with a calm expression, mounted his tall horse. Wearing a large red flower, Yi Shuihan said, "Even if you are His Majesty, if you dare to bully my sister, I will not let you off."
Yi Shuihan: "..."
It's already a good thing that Xiao Qingyin doesn't bully him.
He has no right to bully her.
"Don't worry, I won't let her down."
As the music faded, the musicians cheered, "Raise the sedan chair!"
The wedding procession sets off.
Fu Weiyun supported the bridal sedan chair for half the journey before stopping to watch the procession disappear into the distance.
The roadside was crowded with onlookers. Countless women were stunned by Yi Shuihan's divine appearance, wishing they were the ones sitting in the sedan chair.
What shocked them was Xiao Qingyin's dowry.
A total of 108 people carried it.
Although everything except the large pieces of furniture was neatly packed in chests and boxes, making it impossible to tell what they were, the heavy shoulders of the people carrying the chests suggested that they were either gold or silver.
It's so enviable it makes your eyes water.
Those who originally thought that it was meaningless for Xiao Qingyin to be the empress if the wedding ceremony had not been held in the palace instead of at the Yong'an Marquis's residence, wished they could slap themselves.
With mountains of gold and silver, who cares about living in the palace anymore?
Xiao Qingyin had no idea what the people outside were thinking; she was looking at erotic paintings inside the sedan chair.
The erotic paintings were painted on fans, one on each fan, with delicate brushstrokes and precise movements. Even someone with no prior experience would know how to do it.
The only drawback is that neither the man nor the woman in the painting have facial features.
This made her want to touch it.
If she had a pen with her, she would definitely fill in the missing part.
This is driving people with OCD crazy.
As she sighed, she accidentally bumped into something.
It's a makeup bag.
These are for touch-ups to prevent the bride from crying and ruining her makeup.
She was delighted and took out an eyebrow pencil to draw the features of the man in the drawing.
Needless to say, it was definitely drawn based on Yi Shuihan's facial features.
It's just that her drawing skills are terrible; after she finished, the drawing looked like a completely different person.
"never mind."
She sighed and closed her fan.
Before long, the bridal sedan chair arrived at the Yong'an Marquis's residence.
A long, slender hand reached under the red veil, and Xiao Qingyin took it as she stepped out of the sedan chair.
She then fell into someone's arms.
Yi Shuihan carried her across the brazier before setting her down.
Then he handed her a piece of red silk and led her into the mansion to pay her respects at the wedding.
During the wedding ceremony, Xiao Qingyin couldn't help but recall the day she first met this person, when she was performing the ceremony with the bandit leader.
His laughter trembled slightly.
Yi Shuihan noticed it; he knew what the woman was thinking without even thinking.
He unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand as she left.
Once they returned to their new house, the curtains were drawn, and the veil was lifted, Xiao Qingyin chuckled, "After going around in circles, you still fell for me, didn't you? I wonder who was the one who said they didn't need my help in the first place."
Yi Shuihan: "..."
I knew this woman remembered those words.
He felt a little regretful.
If we had captured that demon back then, our children would be crawling all over the place by now, instead of ending up like this, not even getting to eat meat.
Thinking about this, his breathing became a little unsteady.
Unfortunately, we still have to entertain guests.
What would you like to eat?
"It's up to you."
Yi Shuihan then had the kitchen send over the food.
"I'm going to the banquet. You can eat slowly."
Xiao Qingyin waved her hand, "Go ahead. I'll take good care of myself."
After dinner, she sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Yi Shuihan to return. After a short while, she became extremely bored.
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