We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 436: Since You’re Here, Let’s Drink a Cup of Tea Together

Xiao Mo genuinely hadn't anticipated this outcome.

The daughter of the Yan clan, whom he was set to marry, was precisely the young lady he had previously encountered on multiple occasions.

However, upon further reflection, Xiao Mo believed he should have recognized her from the very first moment he saw her within the palace walls.

At that time, the only presence in the rear palace was Empress Dowager Yan. Any woman granted access to the rear palace would undoubtedly be a relative or a confidante of Empress Dowager Yan.

And it had transpired only a few days after his betrothal to the young lady of the Yan clan.

Therefore, it was entirely plausible for Yan Ruxue to enter the palace to pay her respects to Empress Dowager Yan.

“It truly has been a considerable time since our last meeting, miss,” Xiao Mo remarked, setting down the jade scale and taking a seat beside Yan Ruxue. “To be honest, Your Majesty and you seem quite destined.”

Yan Ruxue offered a soft smile. Her gaze, veiled by long lashes, shimmered gently, reminiscent of a butterfly in flight.

“Does Your Majesty not suspect that my presence in the palace was a deliberate arrangement? And that our subsequent two encounters were also orchestrated by the Empress Dowager, who, aware of Your Majesty’s movements, intentionally informed me so I could ‘happen’ upon you and capture your affection?”

“There is no necessity for such measures.”

Xiao Mo responded with a smile and a shake of his head.

“Regarding my circumstances, even if they cannot be openly discussed, the majority understand the situation implicitly. Even the common folk in the mortal realm are aware.”

“Your Yan clan already believes that marrying me to you is a slight injustice to your daughter. Furthermore, this union was decreed by the Empress Dowager, and I have already consented. It cannot be altered. So, why would you need to resort to deliberate stratagems to gain my favor?”

Upon hearing Xiao Mo’s words, Yan Ruxue gave a slight nod. She remained silent, offering her tacit agreement.

A brief silence descended upon the room. For a moment, neither knew how to steer the conversation.

Yan Ruxue lifted her head, her gaze falling upon the wine cups resting on the table. She spoke in a measured tone.

“Your Majesty, the hour grows late. Should we not partake in the spouses’ wine now?”

“Indeed, we should.”

Xiao Mo rose and proceeded to pour two chalices of wine.

Yan Ruxue accepted the cup from Xiao Mo’s hand. The pair then linked arms and swiftly emptied the clear, crystalline wine from their respective cups.

As they gently set the cups down, Yan Ruxue lowered her gaze. A subtle blush bloomed on her fair complexion.

Regardless of Yan Ruxue’s usual composure and poise, on the most significant night of her life, a trace of nervousness was still apparent.

And a woman adorned in a red wedding gown, on her wedding night, with nascent romantic stirrings, possessed a particularly captivating allure.

As a man of normal disposition, Xiao Mo’s heart could not help but quicken its pace while observing Yan Ruxue’s profile.

At that precise moment, a gust of night wind swept across the windowsill, extinguishing all the candles illuminating the table.

Dim moonlight filtered in through the window. The pure, bright luminescence cascaded onto Yan Ruxue’s cheeks.

Perhaps the bed canopy had not been secured correctly.

The delicate red gauze slipped from its hook and descended slowly, enshrouding both of them.

The world outside seemed to vanish behind that diaphanous curtain. The two sat upon the bed, and the atmosphere gradually shifted into one of languid intimacy.

Xiao Mo leaned in closer and closer. Yan Ruxue blinked, closed her eyes, and tilted her chin upward. Her slender lips, painted with rouge, bore a sheen akin to candlelight.

When Xiao Mo’s hands settled upon Yan Ruxue’s smooth, tender shoulders, he sensed a faint tremor coursing through her delicate frame.

As they drew nearer, Xiao Mo could already discern the subtle fragrance of Yan Ruxue’s breath.

Outside the chamber door, Sili sensed an anomaly.

She felt compelled to intervene.

If she hesitated now, her master would be utterly consumed by this mortal woman.

However, just as Sili prepared to employ her spell arts to subdue this woman of the Yan clan, her Dao heart issued a frantic warning.

Sili froze, utterly still. She perceived an immensely formidable spiritual pressure.

Simultaneously, within the confines of the room—at the very instant Xiao Mo was poised to touch Yan Ruxue’s lips—

Xiao Mo felt his consciousness rapidly cloud over, as if the potency of the wine had suddenly surged to his head.

In a mere moment, Xiao Mo lost all awareness. His head lolled forward, and his entire body slumped into Yan Ruxue’s high, soft embrace.

Yan Ruxue cradled her beloved within her arms. Her slender, jade-like fingers gently caressed his hair.

Her lashes drooped slightly. She gazed upon the man in her embrace with profound tenderness, as though cherishing her most prized possession—fearful of his departure, afraid he might be struck or injured, terrified he might break.

A fragrant breeze wafted past. Sili felt an encroaching drowsiness. To resist this slumber, she would merely need to channel her spiritual power.

But doing so would inevitably reveal her presence.

After much consideration, despite Sili’s profound curiosity about the visitor to the Hall of Congealed Snow, she ultimately ceased her resistance, allowing herself to slump to the floor near the entrance, enveloped by a pervasive fragrance.

Besides Sili, the palace maids maintaining vigil outside the chamber had also collapsed, completely unconscious, not a single soul remaining alert.

“Miss, your arrival at my Hall of Congealed Snow as a guest this evening is rather unfortunate timing.”

Yan Ruxue articulated with composure, her tone maintaining a consistent gentleness throughout.

Her gaze remained fixed upon Xiao Mo’s countenance, unmoving by even a fraction.

As Yan Ruxue finished speaking, the door swung open, and Qin Siyao entered. She approached Yan Ruxue and executed a graceful curtsey.

“Siyao pays her respects to Sister Yan.”

Yan Ruxue carefully laid Xiao Mo upon the bed, drew the quilt up to his chin, then brought her hands together before her lower abdomen before rising slowly. She turned to face Qin Siyao directly.

Beneath the soft glow of the moon, a subtle breeze stirred. Two women adorned in vibrant red wedding attire regarded each other. The edges of their garments billowed gently, their long tresses cascading against their slender waists.

The pair stood with poised elegance, resembling a painted scene of moonlit beauties.

Though neither uttered a word, it felt as if, within that profound silence, countless unspoken sentiments had already been exchanged.

“That suffices. Since Miss Qin has graced us with her presence, please, take a seat.”

Yan Ruxue extended a gesture of invitation.

“Siyao thanks you, Sister.”

Qin Siyao accepted the offer without hesitation and settled into the chair.

Yan Ruxue proceeded to pour Qin Siyao a cup of tea, placing it before her.

“In all honesty, Miss should perhaps not address me as ‘sister’,” Yan Ruxue remarked with a smile as she observed Qin Siyao. “Indeed, Miss Qin is considerably older than I am, is she not?”

Upon hearing Yan Ruxue’s observation, Qin Siyao’s eyes flickered momentarily before her smile broadened.

“What is Sister Ruxue implying? From Siyao’s birth until this very moment, a mere twenty years have passed. How could Siyao possibly be older than you? It is Siyao who should be addressing you as ‘sister’.”

Acknowledging Qin Siyao’s explanation, Yan Ruxue did not press the matter further, merely taking a quiet sip of her tea.

“Since Sister Siyao insists, then Ruxue shall refrain from further comment. It is sufficient that the truth is known to us both.”

“Speaking of which…”

Yan Ruxue lifted a sleeve to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze drifting towards the window.

A woman clad in white was perched upon the windowsill, her arms encircling the long sword she held.

“Sect Master Jiang, as you are present, why have you remained seated there all this time? Would you not care to descend and join us for a cup of tea?”