We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 435: Only My Husband—Siyao Cannot Yield Him

“Husband... it’s... it’s time to extinguish the candles...”

Qin Siyao lowered her gaze demurely.

Seeing Qin Siyao in such a state, a twinge of guilt surfaced within Xiao Mo’s heart.

If this were any other wedding, if he were not an Emperor—or even if he were to marry only one individual at this ceremony—Xiao Mo was certain the circumstances would be far more pleasant than they were now.

Yet, in this very moment, Xiao Mo felt utterly inhumane.

Across the room, perceiving Xiao Mo’s slight expression of remorse, Qin Siyao appeared to grasp something. Her eyes fluttered softly, and a smile graced her lips as she spoke.

“Could it be that Your Majesty Brother intends not to spend this night with his consort here, but rather to visit Sister Ruxue’s chambers?”

Xiao Mo, his thoughts accurately divined, lifted his head to meet Qin Siyao’s gaze. He offered no pretense and spoke with candid honesty.

“By both custom and decree, Mujiu, both your ceremonial veil and Ruxue’s ceremonial veil are to be lifted this very night.

“However, you and Ruxue hold the esteemed title of ‘Noble Consort,’ possessing identical standing.

“Should I first lift your veil and then proceed to lift Ruxue’s, my presence will be required in the Hall of Congealed Snow tonight.

“Mujiu, my apologies. I fear I can only attend to you tomorrow.”

Xiao Mo rose, joining his hands in a gesture of apology, his voice laced with sincerity.

“Your Majesty Brother, there is truly no necessity for such courtesies.”

Qin Siyao also rose swiftly, assisting Xiao Mo, her eyes conveying a profound sense of consideration for him.

“In actuality, this consort can empathize with Your Majesty Brother’s predicament.

“Currently, the Yan clan holds considerable sway within the Great Zhou’s imperial court.

“Should Your Majesty Brother choose to remain with Mujiu tonight, the Yan clan would likely harbor resentment.

“Such a development would undoubtedly place Your Majesty Brother in an unfavorable position.

“Given these circumstances, how could your humble sister possibly be so unreasonable?”

“Mujiu...”

Hearing Qin Mujiu’s understanding words, Xiao Mo found himself momentarily speechless.

Honestly, even had Qin Mujiu expressed anger, Xiao Mo would have readily accepted it.

However, he had never anticipated Mujiu’s remarkable level of sensibility.

Instead, it only intensified the guilt within his heart, fueling a greater desire to offer her true compensation in the future.

Meanwhile, Sili, who had been discreetly listening outside the door, also experienced a measure of surprise.

She, too, had anticipated that the eldest princess, Qin, would react with considerable fury.

After all, she was no commoner; she held significant status.

This eldest princess had been doted upon and cherished since her youth.

And yet, on her wedding night, her husband was to depart immediately after lifting her ceremonial veil…

Sili reflected that, were she in the princess's position, she would undoubtedly harbor some resentment towards her master.

But to her astonishment, not only was the eldest princess devoid of anger, she was consistently considering her master's welfare…

“However, could Your Majesty Brother disclose to Mujiu whether this decision stems from the Yan clan’s influence, or if Your Majesty Brother genuinely desires to visit Sister Ruxue, thus leading to the intention of staying the night there?”

Qin Siyao inquired softly.

“Mujiu harbors no ulterior motives. She merely wishes to comprehend Your Majesty’s thoughts. Regardless of Your Majesty’s response, Mujiu assures you she will not engage in childish displays of temper.”

Xiao Mo shook his head resolutely.

“It is not due to the Yan clan’s power. This decision was made by the casting of a ceremonial jade pendant. While this method may be unconventional, it ensures the utmost fairness.”

“So, it appears Sister Ruxue’s fortune favors her more than Mujiu’s does.”

Qin Siyao’s eyes curved, a hint of relief apparent in her expression.

“In that case, there is nothing further to be said. So long as Mujiu knows that Your Majesty Brother’s heart remains with her, that knowledge is sufficient.”

Xiao Mo exhaled a soft sigh, meeting her gaze directly.

“Mujiu, in the days ahead, I shall endeavor to compensate you fully.”

“Mhm.”

Qin Mujiu responded with a gentle affirmation, a smile playing on her lips.

“That is Your Majesty’s promise. Mujiu shall await Your Majesty’s return...”

“Rest assured. I will honor my word.”

Xiao Mo pledged earnestly.

After exchanging a few more words with Qin Siyao, urging her to rest well, Xiao Mo ultimately departed from her chambers.

Qin Siyao stood at the threshold, observing Xiao Mo’s retreating figure grow smaller and smaller into the distance, until he vanished from her Hall of Holding Wine, swallowed by the enveloping night.

“Husband...”

Qin Siyao gazed in the direction of Xiao Mo’s departure, her hands clasped gently before her, the corners of her lips curling upwards slightly.

“Siyao’s magnanimity does not extend as far as Husband might believe...”

“Siyao is willing to relinquish all else, but she cannot yield her Husband—that is something Siyao will not concede.”

...

Shortly after exiting Qin Siyao’s sleeping quarters, Xiao Mo arrived at the Hall of Congealed Snow.

Compared to his visit moments before to the Hall of Holding Wine, Xiao Mo’s heart now pounded with an even greater degree of nervousness.

The reason for this heightened anxiety was quite straightforward.

For Xiao Mo, Qin Mujiu represented a more familiar presence. After all, they had encountered each other on several occasions prior, fostering a mutual understanding between them.

Regarding the title of “Great Zhou’s number one talented woman,” Xiao Mo had never personally encountered her. He had, at most, only heard whispers of her reputation, understanding that she possessed expertise in all the traditional arts: playing the qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, and furthermore, poetry and song.

Most significantly, due to the past actions of Empress Dowager Yan and Yan Shanao, Xiao Mo harbored a rather unfavorable impression of the entire Yan clan.

Consequently, this negative sentiment extended to Yan Ruxue as well.

Even though Xiao Mo was aware that Yan Ruxue was, in her own right, a pitiable individual.

He understood she was merely a pawn sacrificed by her family.

Nevertheless, that inherent identity within the Yan clan truly prevented Xiao Mo from feeling entirely at ease.

Upon reaching the main entrance of the Hall of Congealed Snow, Xiao Mo took a moment to collect his thoughts. After instructing Sili to stand guard outside, he nudged the door open and stepped into the bridal chamber.

Much like Qin Siyao, Yan Ruxue ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ was seated upon the ornate red wedding bed. Her legs were kept together, the hem of her skirt pressed demurely against her shapely, long legs.

Despite the relatively loose fit of the traditional red wedding attire, when worn by Yan Ruxue, the pronounced rise and fall of her chest was strikingly apparent.

In Xiao Mo’s estimation, even Si Li would likely have had to concede a degree of admiration.

Xiao Mo advanced, retrieved the jade scale, and gently lifted the veil covering the woman’s face.

As Yan Ruxue’s radiant beauty—a beauty seemingly capable of captivating the entire world—was unveiled before Xiao Mo’s gaze.

As the flickering red candles cast a kaleidoscope of colors upon her.

As her eyes shifted slightly upward, meeting Xiao Mo’s with a tender warmth.

Xiao Mo remained rooted to the spot, captivated by her appearance.

In contrast to Qin Siyao’s slightly mischievous and innocent charm, the young lady of the Yan clan exuded a more mature composure, coupled with a dignified and graceful elegance.

It gave the impression that one could entrust any responsibility to her.

It felt as though she possessed the ability to arrange everything perfectly, leaving you with no cause for worry.

Naturally.

What truly ensnared Xiao Mo’s complete attention was not solely Yan Ruxue’s stunning beauty.

It was the profound recognition that he had encountered this woman before!

“Miss?”

Xiao Mo uttered, his voice laced with astonishment.

Under no circumstances had he ever anticipated this.

This esteemed talented woman of the Yan clan was, in fact, the very same maiden he had assisted in retrieving a kite for previously, back in the palace.

She was also the proper young lady with whom he had shared tea and conversation while boating on the lake.

And furthermore, the one who, during the New Year festivities, had accompanied him to the Hundred Lantern Temple, where they had jointly hung a wish for the year.

Yan Ruxue’s delicate lips curved into a gentle smile. Her exquisite peach-blossom eyes formed a subtle crescent, the outer corners gracefully lifting. While undeniably alluring, her charm was devoid of any vulgarity, instead radiating a pure, light ambiance, akin to a gentle spring breeze skimming across a lake, creating faint, enchanting ripples.

“Young master, we meet again.”