We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 434: Your Majesty Should Blow Out the Candles

The ceremony of bowing in the hall concluded. From this precise moment onward, the Great Zhou’s rear palace would no longer lack a central figure. Even so, the ultimate selection for the Great Zhou’s empress remained undetermined. Whether the daughter of the Yan clan would secure imperial favor and ascend to the empress position, or if the princess from Qin would be the first to bear an imperial son – these outcomes would unfold in due time. For certain ministers who held deep loyalty to the Great Zhou imperial lineage, this uncertainty might even be viewed as a fortunate development. Given Qin’s current formidable strength, and considering that Qin’s eldest princess was the sole younger sister of Qin’s ruler and thus deeply cherished, her position was secure. Had any other candidate entered the palace, a tragic, unnatural demise was a distinct possibility. However, this Qin eldest princess was different; no one dared to provoke her. This situation presented a potential strategic advantage, possibly enabling Your Majesty to leverage Qin’s influence to gradually regain sovereign authority. Yet, Qin’s true intentions and the risk of Great Zhou unwittingly inviting a dangerous threat into its midst required further, careful deliberation. Regardless of these considerations— a lengthy period of unrest was almost certainly imminent for the rear palace. Following established customs, Yan Ruxue and Qin Siyao were escorted by maidservants to their designated sleeping quarters, awaiting Your Majesty to lift their ceremonial veils and partake in the ritualistic spouse wine. However, Xiao Mo did not make his way to the rear palace immediately. After the hall bowing was concluded and every formality meticulously observed, the sky had already descended into evening. The grand wedding banquet commenced. Amidst the chorus of congratulations from the assembled ministers, Xiao Mo consumed several cups of wine, attended to the honored guests who had traveled from distant lands, as well as the presiding elders from the various sects within Great Zhou. Before long, the daylight outside had completely faded. When the opportune moment arrived, Xiao Mo departed from the banquet, entrusting the Empress Dowager, Yan Zhen, and Yan Shanao with the continued reception of the guests. Nevertheless, Xiao Mo did not head directly towards any of the noble consorts' palaces. He first returned to his own sleeping chambers, where he bathed to cleanse the lingering scent of wine. "May I inquire which noble consort's sleeping palace Your Majesty intends to visit tonight?" Sili asked in a soft tone. "Which one..." Xiao Mo emitted a quiet sigh, a sense of indecision clouding his thoughts. He was acutely aware that not only the officials of the court but even the common populace within the imperial capital were eagerly anticipating to witness which consort he would favor initially. It wasn't as though no one from the Ministry of Rites had proposed a solution before—suggesting that the two noble consorts might attend to Xiao Mo together on their wedding night. However, that proposal was not only flatly rejected by the Yan clan but also met with a furious reprimand from Qin’s envoy. The reasoning was quite straightforward. In the estimation of both the Yan clan and Qin, Xiao Mo would either bestow his favor upon Yan Ruxue or upon Qin Mujiu. Since when was there any precedent for two women attending to him simultaneously? When would two women ever attend together? Only under the circumstance where one was a dowry maidservant and the other was her mistress. Thus, at that crucial juncture, who would assume the role of mistress, who would be relegated to the position of maidservant, and who would be the one performing the intimate acts? Therefore, tonight, the destination of his sleeping palace was a decision that only Xiao Mo himself could make. Ultimately, Xiao Mo’s choice would signify his alignment – whether he was drawing closer to Qin, or strengthening ties with the Yan clan. Yet, from Sili’s perspective, whether Xiao Mo chose the Yan clan daughter's sleeping palace or the Qin eldest princess's sleeping palace, the ultimate result would be the same. She absolutely would not permit these two mortal women to claim their master’s primal yang first. "Enough, enough... I shall entrust the decision to Heaven..." After a prolonged period of contemplation, Xiao Mo shook his head, resolving to let fate guide his choice. "Sili, do you happen to have any copper coins on your person?" Xiao Mo turned his head, looking towards Sili. Sili immediately grasped Xiao Mo’s intention. She carefully retrieved a round jade pendant from her lapel and offered it to Xiao Mo. The pendant still retained a gentle warmth from her touch. "Your Majesty, this servant does not possess any copper coins. However, this round pendant is of equivalent size to a copper coin, and its material is uniformly distributed," Sili explained. "Mhm." Xiao Mo accepted Sili’s jade pendant, carefully untied the delicate cord, and tossed it high into the air. The jade pendant spun ceaselessly in the mid-air before finally descending to rest upon the back of Xiao Mo’s hand. ... Hall of Holding Wine. It was merely a short walk, no more than a quarter of an hour, from Xiao Mo’s Hall of Nourishing the Heart. Within the sleeping palace, the candlelight swayed softly, casting faint patterns of light and shadow across the woman’s resplendent red wedding attire. Illuminated by the candlelight, the wedding robes adorning her body appeared even redder, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Qin Siyao maintained an upright and regal posture upon the marital couch, her legs demurely pressed together. The vibrant crimson of her sleeves partially concealed her exquisite jade hands, which rested gracefully upon her perfectly proportioned thighs. Her wedding attire draped elegantly around her dignified form, evoking the image of a blossoming red peony.

Concealed beneath the scarlet veil, the woman's elegantly curved lashes quivered subtly. Her eyes blinked repeatedly, brimming with both joy and eager expectation.

Qin Siyao had been awaiting her arrival in the bridal chamber for a considerable duration.

She was well aware that even though the wedding banquet in the main hall had yet to conclude, the hour was advancing. Her new husband would undoubtedly soon depart from his seat.

Could her husband be contemplating whether to proceed to her Hall of Holding Wine or to the Hall of Congealed Snow belonging to Bai Ruxue?

Or, perhaps, had her husband already made his way to the Hall of Congealed Snow?

Just as Qin Siyao's thoughts began to meander into distant possibilities, she detected the distinct sound of approaching footsteps outside the chamber door.

Following this, the distinct creak of the door being opened echoed through the room.

A gentle smile graced Qin Siyao's lips. Her eyes curved invitingly, their radiance amplified by a joy so profound it surpassed the vibrant rouge adorning the corners of her mouth.

Xiao Mo, after closing the door behind him, retrieved the jade scepter-like scale resting upon a nearby table.

Gazing at his wife seated serenely on the bed, Xiao Mo felt his heart begin to race with increased intensity.

Despite his prior preparations and the numerous occasions he had beheld Qin Mujiu—

In this precise moment, the individual before him was undeniably his wife, united by sacred rites and legal decree.

He and she were no longer strangers, but were now officially husband and wife.

Extending the jade scale, Xiao Mo slowly reached out and gently lifted Qin Siyao's red veil.

As the scarlet veil gradually ascended, Xiao Mo's gaze was met by the sight of the woman's long, fair neck.

Above this, a pristine white chin was revealed.

Following this, her tender, ruby-red lips, her delicately sculpted, straight nose, her closed eyes, and her long, gracefully curved lashes came into view.

Once the red veil was completely removed, Qin Siyao's face was unveiled in its flawless entirety before Xiao Mo's captivated eyes.

Xiao Mo paused, momentarily entranced.

Qin Siyao possessed a beauty that was already breathtaking and exceedingly rare in the world.

However, now, adorned in wedding robes and enhanced by a subtle application of makeup, she exuded a mature allure that surpassed her usual vivacity.

Her inherent purity mingled harmoniously with the resplendent red attire, and the delicate blush on her cheeks appeared even more captivating under the warm glow of the red candles.

The tender shyness radiating from the woman was akin to a clear, mellow wine, compelling an irresistible urge to savor its depths.

Tonight, she was like a peony bud poised to unfurl, awaiting his gentle embrace and his tender plucking.

Qin Siyao slowly fluttered her eyes open. She met Xiao Mo's gaze with a mixture of shy timidity, before lowering her head once more in graceful embarrassment. Her ruby-red lips parted slightly, her voice laced with a palpable nervousness.

“Your Majesty, pray do not continue to gaze upon this consort… it is time to partake in the wine… the spouses’ wine…”

“Indeed, that is correct.”

Xiao Mo quickly regained his composure and offered a brief nod.

Setting down the jade scale, he poured two cups of wine. He then sat beside Qin Siyao, extending the cup in his hand towards her.

Qin Siyao accepted it. The couple linked arms, their cups carefully maneuvering through each other’s elbows until both could distinctly feel the other's warm breath.

After they had drained their respective cups in a single, unified motion, Qin Siyao lowered her head. Her small hand delicately grasped the hem of her skirt resting upon her thigh, her voice carrying a blend of trepidation and eager anticipation.

“Your Majesty… it is… it is time to extinguish the candles…”