A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 1158: Tiger Is Finally Getting Married

The Tiger is finally getting married.

This is practically the happiest revelation ever.

Including the neighbors, the brothers in adversity like Tingfeng, Yang Chenyi, and others who have been observing the spectacle for years, even the madam and the girls from the brothel.

Everyone thanked the heavens and gave a collective sigh: Zheng the Tiger is finally getting married!

The neighbors could finally cease to dread his occasional fits of rage and his unpredictable gloomy countenance.

The brothers would no longer be dragged to the brothel to seek out girls, only to return home and face a furious backyard and withered grape trellis.

The madam at the brothel would no longer be compelled to find him girls.

The girls at the brothel were also finally spared a potential disaster.

With immense excitement, everyone dispatched lavish gifts to the Tiger.

Tingfeng and Yang Chenyi directly presented the box of pearls, jade gemstones, and antiques, which had been awarded by the Emperor, to the Tiger without even opening it.

"Good brother, you’ve finally won the beauty’s heart, at long last fulfilling one of my wishes!"

The madam from the brothel, though experiencing a pang of heartbreak, clasped him tightly and bestowed upon him a bracelet she had treasured for years.

"Official Master, now that you have a lovely wife at home, you should live a good life!"

Just please don’t come back.

The last girl you wore out still gets nervous entertaining clients! It’s a significant loss of income!

The girls at the brothel, who were frequently visited by him and were nearly worn out each time, also dispatched gifts through others.

‘Official Master, please show some mercy and spare us!’

‘In the future, live a good life, and you must stop engaging in drinking, gambling, and visiting brothels!’

The Tiger: "..."

Although quite rendered speechless,

in his heart, he was still pleased, so he accepted them all one by one.

...

After receiving gifts from the people in his vicinity, a sense of curiosity lingered among everyone.

They all wished to ascertain what kind of woman possessed the audacity and willingness to marry the Tiger.

Amidst the grand procession of the red bridal sedan chair, observed by all the neighbors, friends, and relatives,

the bride was finally brought home by the Tiger, thus unveiling the mystery.

It transpired that the bride’s surname was Qin.

Her family had held official positions in preceding generations, but by her era, their influence had waned, leaving behind only a sprawling estate and an empty facade.

Her brother was a dissolute individual, indulging in drinking, gambling, and womanizing all day, utterly indifferent to his sister’s fate.

For a mere few thousand pieces of Silver, he arranged her marriage to a sickly scholar, believing it would bring him good fortune.

Unfortunately, the promised good fortune never materialized.

She had been married for merely a year when her husband succumbed to illness.

Her in-laws, deeming her unlucky, expelled her from their home, even appropriating her inheritance.

Fortunately, her resilience and determination were such that she managed to secure a portion of the family assets for herself.

She utilized her own Silver to establish a modest embroidery house, employing several skilled seamstresses.

Their specialization lay in crafting garments, decorative screens, and scented sachets, enabling them to barely subsist.

Despite being a widow,

her inherent spirit was formidable, her character impeccable, and no scandalous rumors ever sullied her name.

Furthermore, she was astonishingly beautiful, in her early twenties, fully blossomed.

Her bosom was high and proud, practically begging for admiration.

Her rounded, firm hips left an indelible impression.

Her slender waist was reminiscent of a willow swaying in the gentle March breeze, and her delicate, jade-like hands were like snow-white scallion roots.

Her exquisite features were unforgettable.

With an oval-shaped face, a sharply defined nose, lips like ripe cherries, and eyes shaped like almonds.

When even the slightest breeze stirred, her eyebrows and eyes appeared like lines from poetry or brushstrokes from a painting, radiating emotion from every angle.

Unlike an inexperienced maiden,

she exuded a mature allure, her eyes smiling without restraint; her movements were graceful and unreserved, captivating to behold.

During the solemn ceremony of paying respects to Heaven and Earth, within the intimate setting of the wedding chamber,

everyone present was astonished and began to offer their boisterous remarks.

"You lucky dog, Tiger! Such incredible fortune!"

"Damn, Tiger, you’ve truly captured the beauty!"

"Congratulations, Brother Tiger, the new sister-in-law is absolutely stunning!"

Each compliment, tinged with a hint of acidity and envy, was immensely gratifying to the Tiger.

As he entertained his guests, he couldn't suppress a grin so wide it seemed to stretch to the back of his head.

His wife was indeed beautiful, a source of immense pride, hahaha!

Initially, he hadn't been overly enthusiastic about the marriage.

But he couldn't bear the persistent ache of remaining unwed, so he finally relented.

Who would have imagined that he would strike such a magnificent jackpot?

Oh, my dearest wife, my sole desire now is to cherish and adore you properly!

After partaking in the ritual of the joint-cup wine and enduring the playful wedding games,

the Tiger forcefully urged all his guests to depart.

"Get out, get out, all of you, scram!"

"I wish to enter the bridal chamber!"

"Hey, hey, hey, it’s not even dark yet, brother, why the haste?!" someone playfully protested.

The Tiger’s countenance darkened, and he punctuated his statement with a forceful fist.

"Are you departing or are you staying?"

"If you refuse to leave, I shall inflict a black eye upon you this instant!"

"We are going, we are going..."

In unison, they assented, their bodies hunched as they scurried away.

The vicinity outside the bridal chamber quickly became deserted. The Tiger, with a satisfied air, turned back.

...

Within the bridal chamber, decorations were put up with festive flair.

After all, the Tiger was not lacking in any aspect except perhaps for silver.

The Imperial Court's stipends, unused on lavish dining, extravagant entertainment, or occasional dalliances, had all been diligently saved.

Now, finally embarking on marriage, it was only natural he would adorn the chamber splendidly.

Crimson draperies, a table laden with wedding fruits, and a pair of Dragon and Phoenix candles were all meticulously arranged.

The marital bed was draped with a luxurious red silk sheet.

Seated upon it was a vision of beauty, possessing captivating features, demure eyes, and an appearance that left one breathless.

Her fair skin contrasted strikingly with the deep crimson hues of the chamber, and her delicate, jade-like hands clutched a handkerchief, nervously pleating it between her thighs.

This tableau, this stunning maiden, this elegantly appointed room—all, bathed in the soft candlelight and festive adornment, presented a scene more exquisite than any painted masterpiece.

The Tiger was utterly captivated, transfixed.

He remained motionless for a considerable duration, a statue of dazed admiration, before slowly approaching and taking a seat awkwardly beside his bride.

The Tiger, typically known for his boisterous and unrestrained nature.

At this moment, however, he was rendered timid, his frame trembling with nerves, sweat beading on his brow, his face flushed, and his movements hesitant.

A profound silence settled upon the room, lingering for an extended period.

At length, the Tiger broke the quiet.

"My dear... what is your name?"

"..."

Was this the extent of his eloquence after such a long interval? What had become of the formidable Great General?

The bride responded with a soft, delicate chuckle.

The Tiger grew increasingly flustered, his visage deepening to a shade of purple, his ears burning with heat.

"Um... my dear, did I inadvertently say something amiss?"

The bride gently inclined her head, her lips finally parting.

"No!"

"Husband... why do you appear so apprehensive?"

The Tiger: "..."

Indeed, what was there to be nervous about? This was his wife!

With a profound sigh of relief, a wide grin spread across his face.

"My dear, it's... this is my first marriage, please do not find amusement in my awkwardness!"

"..."

The bride was once again rendered speechless.

His first time marrying? What exactly was he implying?

Did he intend to enter into multiple unions? Was he perhaps losing his mind?!

Sensing his misstep, the Tiger hastily attempted to rectify his blunder.

"My dear..."

"I misspoke, I retract my words, I implore you, do not harbor anger!"

The bride emitted another soft, musical chuckle.

"Very well, husband!"

"Are you not a grown man, yet you stumble over your words so easily!"

Her voice possessed a quality so melodious that even her gentle chiding sounded akin to the purring of a kitten, nestled cozily in one's embrace.

That tender, endearing sentiment evoked an overwhelming desire to hold her close, to shield her, to treasure her, and to love her unconditionally.

The Tiger's heart swelled with an intense surge of emotion.

He inhaled sharply, his throat feeling parched, his eyes brimming with warmth, and his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs.