Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone
Chapter 47 - 45: Bridal Chamber
Qin Yu changed into a groom’s outfit of red brocade, meticulously groomed, brimming with vitality, extraordinarily handsome.
And Zhao Mengli also donned the fiery red wedding gown embroidered with phoenix patterns, her beauty striking like that of a celestial maiden, styled with cosmetics by Yin Qinghe herself.
"The auspicious moment has arrived!"
Shopkeeper Xu An took the role of the ceremonial officer, and with his loud and exuberant cheer, Zhao Mengli’s jade feet encased in embroidered shoes lightly moved, slowly walking toward Qin Yu.
Qin Yu felt the joy and shyness of marriage make her jade hands slightly warm.
He could also sense that today’s little elder sister carried not only a young girl’s unique orchid fragrance but also the elegant scent of rouge, like a flower bud ready to bloom, charming and alluring.
On the redwood chair, Yin Qinghe sat alone; she too wore a delicate makeup today and had specially chosen a more formal attire. But as a cultivator, her youthful appearance made her look like Zhao Mengli’s elder sister instead.
Yin Qinghe watched the two as they walked, relief evident in her peach blossom eyes.
As long as Qin Yu treats her little cabbage well, no matter the hardships, with grit for a few more years, she believes that in the future...
A good life awaits!
Next, Qin Yu and Zhao Mengli’s gazes met, the girl’s eyes filled with affectionate emotions, like autumn waters gently rippling, causing Qin Yu’s heart to stir.
Recalling the moments spent with the little elder sister during these days...
She has a resilient side.
And a charmingly naive side.
Petals scattered!
The ceremony was complete.
From this day forth, this elder sister was his wife!
The wedding feast had only one table, yet the dishes were exceptionally sumptuous.
Qin Yu and Lin Qianqian sisters, Yin Qinghe mother and daughter, and Xu An.
The six people at the table shared a joyful time together, the only interruption being Lin Shuishui gazing at Zhao Mengli’s fire-red attire, her clear eyes reflecting a hint of longing.
She too wished to wear it.
Of course, most importantly, was becoming like Zhao Mengli...
After the feast, the sky had turned to dusk.
And the new room where Qin Yu lived was already adorned with dots of red candles, lanterns hung high, quietly waiting for tonight’s newlyweds to enter.
"Mother, tonight I..."
Zhao Mengli’s toes lightly twisted, wanting to resist but also to welcome.
Yin Qinghe gently held her hand, holding back her reddened eyes, placing it in Qin Yu’s hand: "Qin Yu, from today, I entrust Li’Er to you..."
Qin Yu, upon hearing this, responded with a serious and sincere tone, only two words, but weighty as a thousand pounds: "Certainly."
"Good!"
"Good!"
Yin Qinghe was very satisfied with his attitude.
Although Zhao Mengli secretly anticipated this moment for days, when it truly arrived, she couldn’t help but lower her eyes in embarrassment, as Qin Yu gently led her, bit by bit, toward the new room.
Crossing the threshold, the candlelight inside flickered, illuminating her increasingly flushed cheeks, each step seemingly on clouds, both light and somewhat surreal.
Arriving at the bedroom, the sheets and pillows were all new, yet she couldn’t help but recall the sounds of wind and rain on moonlit nights during recent days...
Before, she was the one listening; tonight, is it her turn to cry out?
"Junior brother..."
Zhao Mengli gently murmured, her tone carrying an inexplicable shyness.
Qin Yu merely chuckled, enveloping her slender waist: "How did you address me?"
"Hus... husband."
These three words spoke, Zhao Mengli’s body grew even softer and weaker.
A few nights ago, despite her mother’s disdain for such matters, she privately shared some postures that only a mother and daughter would exchange...
Knowledge.
"Elder sister, from now on, you are my wife..."
Qin Yu gently laid this soft jade-like delicate body onto the bed.
Zhao Mengli immediately closed her beautiful eyes tightly due to the excessive tension causing her body to become somewhat taut.
"Relax."
Qin Yu knew she was nervous, not pressing her, but leaning down to remove her shoes first.
The pair of feet that danced gracefully were tightly encased by the embroidered shoes until Qin Yu took them off, revealing toes like jade silkworm glass slightly curled, a pair of tenderly radiant jade feet suddenly displayed before him.
The arc of the arch was perfect, translucent snow-white, making one irresistibly want to hold them.
Qin Yu wasn’t really a foot fetishist.
However, upon seeing such a pair of beautiful jade feet presented before him, he couldn’t help but reach out.
Into his hand.
A touch of coolness.
Soft.
Tender.
Once grasped, the soles tensed as if resisting.
Even though he hadn’t done anything yet, Qin Yu felt a tremble pass through this little elder sister’s delicate body.
He couldn’t help but be surprised, the little elder sister usually ran barefoot in the Alchemy Room without issue, but with a gentle touch she...
Zhao Mengli at this moment seemed almost drunk, her cheeks carrying an unadorned flush, vibrant enough to seep water.
Thus, Qin Yu was even more reluctant to let go.
His fingertips gently brushed past.
Zhao Mengli’s breath in that instant became rapid and drawn out, her collar rising and falling with it, those long eyelashes fluttering like the most fragile autumn butterfly wings, quivering involuntarily, while in her eyes played the gentle flow of autumn waters, blurring sight.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Until Qin Yu slowly released her, rising, his gaze met the flush on Zhao Mengli’s cheeks, like ripe fruit, vibrantly charming enough to captivate, compelling him to no longer restrain his inner impulse, leaning over her.
Lowering his head, capturing her lips.
Unaware of when, Zhao Mengli changed into a set of pure white attire...
"Hus... husband, I’m afraid."
"Mmm!..."
Inside the room, candlelight flickered, shadows looming.
...
The flames burned, swaying, tracing strands like the Red Strings of Yue Lao, binding the two together.
...
Main room.
Yin Qinghe had just removed her makeup, preparing for a bath, when the adjacent room echoed with her little cabbage’s cries.
These sounds weren’t sensed but heard directly!
That guy, being so rough?!
Can’t he cherish her tenderly?
Yin Qinghe was ready to get angry but heard the cries slowly transform.
Previously, she listened with no emotional burden, now it’s different...
Her expression unknowingly changed, her little hand continuously fanning under her cheek, seemingly wanting to dispel something.
The weather seemed hot and stifling.
Was it going to rain?!
She intended to go out, to the Alchemy Room, wishing to find silence in not hearing, yet fearing the two would notice her movement.
Leaving now would precisely signal to Qin Yu she could hear?!
Absolutely not possible.
She is the Teacher’s wife, moreover...
Listening to disciples and her little cabbage from behind walls, what would that look like?!
At once, she headed to the Bathing Room.
Soon, a sound of water could be heard.
"Splashing"
Seems she hoped to conceal something, yet those noises intermittently stayed present, constantly coming forth.
Even covering her ears and immersing in the bathtub couldn’t isolate them.
Moreover, some images surfaced in her mind, slowly...
Yin Qinghe’s legs intertwined.
Truly exasperating!
Fortunately, this time the noises subsided quickly.
Sigh!
Yin Qinghe breathed a relief.
If it were as before, she truly wouldn’t know how to get through the night.
It seems Qin Yu still cherishes Li’Er quite a lot.