"Mmm." Song Lingxi lowered her head shyly, her graceful demeanor and reserved tenderness perfectly capturing the essence of countless beautiful poems.
Xie Changling was somewhat stunned. He first glanced at Song Lingxi, who was delicate, beautiful, and alluring. He was deeply shocked by her beautiful face.
He couldn't help but steal another glance. He was clearly a refined gentleman, yet he had to sneakily look at his wife. He found it amusing to himself.
Since he couldn't get enough of looking at it, he decided to just go all out and keep looking openly, whether you call him lecherous or frivolous.
"Young Master, please put the love knot between you and Young Madam into the brocade pouch."
Why is the matchmaker staring at the bride instead of the young master? Although the young mistress is very beautiful, she can't let the important matters be neglected.
The matchmaker spoke up to remind her, fearing that if she didn't, the entire process would be delayed until the next morning.
"Oh, okay!" Xie Changling then realized that he had been standing there like a fool, so he quickly stretched out the golden scissors.
With a "snap," a strand of hair fell into Xie Changling's hand. For some reason, Xie Changling felt that even Song Lingxi's hair smelled sweet.
When he cut his own hair, his hands trembled slightly, so slightly that it was almost imperceptible.
Only he knew in his heart that it was a resonance of the soul, as if the person he had been waiting for had finally appeared!
He tied the two strands of hair into a knot with utmost care, his movements meticulous and attentive, as if he were handling a priceless treasure.
"We became husband and wife, our love unwavering, may we be forever united, and grow old together."
Xie Changling smiled and carefully put the brocade pouch into his bosom, thinking that he would keep it with him every day and never lose it.
As the matchmaker looked at the young woman, she gained a new understanding of how much favored she was. According to etiquette, the brocade pouch for tying the knot should be placed in a box and stored properly.
However, since the young master had done this, it was clear that he wanted to keep the hair-tying pouch close to his body, cherishing it and reluctant to part with it. In that case, she wouldn't be so tactless as to remind him.
Thinking that the next step was to drink the nuptial wine, the matchmaker began a new blessing: "May you drink the nuptial wine together and be together forever."
A maid brought over two cups of wedding wine. Song Lingxi stretched out her delicate, white hand and picked up one of the cups, while Xie Changling took the other cup.
With their arms wrapped around each other, the two were even closer, so close that they could almost feel each other's warm breath. They drank the nuptial wine in one gulp.
The matchmakers and maids were quite perceptive; the formalities were all completed, and it was time to clear out the bridal chamber for the couple.
Soon enough, the whole house was empty, leaving only the two of them alone.
A subtle ambiguity lingered between the two. Xie Changling's gaze towards her grew increasingly intense, a smile playing on his lips, as gentle and refined as a gentleman.
For some reason, Song Lingxi's face suddenly turned red. Perhaps it was because she had been married to Xie Changling for too long in her previous life that her memories were somewhat blurred and were being replaced by new ones.
Feeling the man's burning gaze, Song Lingxi's cheeks quickly flushed red, and her usually calm heart began to pound.
The man had fallen in love with his wife at first sight, and was even more devoted upon seeing her again.
He gazed at the girl before him, her eyelashes curled, her eyes seemingly hooked at the corners, captivating his heart; her red lips, damp with wine, were alluring in the candlelight.
The girl seemed a little shy, her big, dark, bright eyes blinking incessantly.
She lowered her head shyly, but kept stealing glances at him, making his heart flutter with anxiety, afraid that he might not do something right.
The girl's skin was so delicate and smooth that Xie Changling felt a little worried. Would his gentle pinching leave red marks?
"My lady?" Xie Changling's voice was refined and pleasant. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, but his body was somewhat thin, always making people worry that a gust of wind might blow him over.
"Husband." Song Lingxi mustered her courage and looked up to meet his gaze. However, in less than a quarter of an hour, she gave up. Her heart was pounding so hard that it almost jumped out of her throat.
Xie Changling wasn't much better off. A soft, sweet "husband" almost bewitched him, instantly shattering his previously aloof demeanor. The words "husband" kept echoing in his mind.
"Mm." Xie Changling responded, his voice slightly hoarse, his peach blossom eyes filled with tenderness, yet also carrying a hint of assertiveness—a determination to possess the person before him.
In fact, Xie Changling had no hope of living and didn't take the master's predictions to heart. Today's wedding was just to put his parents' minds at ease.
He was bedridden at the time and ultimately had no energy to stop his parents who loved their son dearly, though he could understand their deep love and care.
Later, he learned that the young girl who had married into the Song family was not doing well there, so he felt at ease marrying her, at least the Prime Minister's mansion could protect her.
He was always in poor health and had no concubines or maids. He was sickly and if he further damaged his vital energy, he would die.
He didn't plan to consummate the marriage today, and his parents didn't force him, fearing that he might accidentally hurt himself. Thinking of this, Xie Changling couldn't help but chuckle.
However, from the moment he saw Song Lingxi, starting from the wedding ceremony, his body seemed to be filled with strength. Normally, he would pant for three steps after taking one step, but now he didn't even pant.
Could it be...
Is Song Lingxi truly my destined one?
Xie Changling was both surprised and delighted. From the first moment he saw her, he felt an involuntary joy in his heart. Now, hearing her call him "husband," his heart was completely devoted to her.
"Madam, your name is Song Lingxi. May I call you Xi'er from now on?"
Xie Changling took Song Lingxi's small hand in his, and his usually cold hand was now somewhat warm.
"I will do whatever my husband says."
Song Lingxi lowered her eyes, her long, feather-like eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks. She could hide the shyness in her eyes, but she couldn't hide the blush on her cheeks.
"Okay." Xie Changling's smile became even gentler, his gaze fixed on her cheeks, his heart overflowing with joy, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her, staring at her intently.
The candlelight flickered, and the dragon and phoenix wedding candles illuminated the entire room. Longans, peanuts, lotus seeds, and red dates were spread all over the bed.
Xie Changling took Song Lingxi's small hand and placed her on the wedding stool. He then tidied the bed. Song Lingxi wanted to help, but the man stopped her.
"Xi'er, I'll take care of it. If you find the jewelry on your head too heavy, you can remove the hairpins and rings and wait for me for a moment."
Xie Changling left those words behind, then rolled up his sleeves and began to pack, leaving Song Lingxi staring blankly at his retreating figure.
Song Lingxi wondered, was her husband really in such good health? He didn't seem like he was about to pass away! Ah! Hey!
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