Monarch Night

Placing it into a jade box, handing it to Ye Meng, he said, "You better keep it well, from today onwards, in this life and the next, you won't escape."

Ye Meng accepted the jade box, so shocked she stuttered, "Young master, isn't this lock of hair... ceremony meant for the official wife? This... this..."

Fang Che smiled, covering her lips with his own, murmuring softly, "Sil...ly..."

Ye Meng suddenly felt as if her entire body was floating.

Her head was muddled, unable to think of anything, almost suffocating, and finally, when they parted, she felt as though her whole body was about to collapse.

Not a trace of strength left.

Breathing heavily in large gulps.

Her eyes seemed dreamy, sparkling like starlight.

Fang Che said softly, "The arrow is on the string... will you undress yourself, or should I help you...?"

Ye Meng had no response, staring at him in a daze, not saying a word.

Clearly, her mind was muddled.

Fang Che sighed, it seemed this silly girl had fainted.

Might as well do it himself, slowly he removed the hairpin, and immediately her long hair cascaded down smoothly.

The strands veiling half of her beautiful face.

He slowly stretched out a hand, untying Ye Meng's bright red robe, revealing the snowy white underclothes.

Ye Meng closed her eyes, breathing rapidly, her chest heaving violently, and her small mouth opened slightly in tension, her whole body trembling slightly, remaining silent, but seemingly boneless, collapsing into Fang Che's embrace.

The burning red candle crackled, sending out a twin candle blossom.

Fang Che's movements to remove the clothes grew faster, his eyes turning fiery, filled with aggressiveness, yet Ye Meng remained motionless, trembling all over, feeling her skin already exposed...

Unable to hold back, she whimpered softly, "Young master, I... am scared..."

"No need to fear, with me by your side, there's nothing to fear..."

"..."

"Ye Meng ah..."

"From now on..."

"In this lifetime..."

The curtains in front of the bed were lifted, rippling with countless waves, swaying.

Ye Meng covered her mouth, yet couldn't control herself, her voice melodious and lingering, like weeping and complaining, like joy and anger, like smoke and mist, like a deep night's beautiful dream, quietly proceeding...

The joyful flames of the red candle danced, casting a crimson celebration across the bridal chamber.

Inside the room, flowers were in full bloom, their fragrance overwhelming.

The candle tears slowly flowed, seemingly foretelling that the future path of this new couple would inevitably be filled with hardships.

...

Last night, the wind was fierce and the rain was heavy, thoroughly enjoyable.

Fang Che only managed to sleep a little before dawn.

Awakening in the morning, he turned his head to look at Ye Meng's sleeping face, her brows knit slightly, with traces of tears at the corners of her eyes. Gently breathing, she slept.

Like a slumbering Haitang flower.

A trace of guilt flashed in Fang Che's eyes, and he softly sighed in his heart.

You have followed me in this lifetime, Ye Meng, are you prepared for the future journey of storms, various hardships, and torments...?

I'm very sorry.

But neither of us have a choice.

We can only continue forward in this murky world, as for what the future holds...

Fang Che's gaze became complicated.

He did not want to think further.

The future... is unimaginable.

He rose gently, intending to dress; but it woke Ye Meng, who opened her eyes and instantly closed them again upon seeing Fang Che's face.

Pulling the quilt over her face like an ostrich.

"We're already married, yet you're still shy."

Fang Che said, "I'll get up to practice first, you go back to sleep."

"I won't sleep anymore... I need to get up and make breakfast."

Ye Meng's muffled soft voice came from under the blanket.

"Then get up."

"You... you go out first..."

"Tsk... alright."

Fang Che sat up, put on his clothes, feeling the rich fragrance lingering in his nose, he couldn't help but savor it.

With great effort, he restrained himself, swiftly putting on his clothes and getting out of bed, he said, "In a while, when the master and the others return, we yet have tea to serve. Mind the time."

Ye Meng replied with a muffled voice from under the covers.

Fang Che walked out.

He went to the courtyard, practiced Sword, Spear, Saber, Halberd for a while, feeling light all over, refreshed and invigorated, as he lunged forth with a spear, the tip emitted a piercing spear intent with a whoosh.

"Great spear technique!"

Fang Che praised aloud.

His entire body was flowing with spiritual energy and surprisingly, his cultivation had unconsciously broken through to the fifth grade Martial Marquis overnight.

He tossed the long spear, which accurately returned to the weapon rack from a dozen yards away.

The long sword in hand.

Rays of sword light spilled out, eventually the entire courtyard appeared to have a silver ball flipping and moving back and forth, in the fresh sunlight it reflected thousands of rays.

Then came the sword again.

Then the halberd.

And again sword and saber.

...

Inside the room, Ye Meng hurriedly got up, her brows furrowed, her face showing slight pain, looking at the disheveled bed, the bright plum blossoms.

With a flushed face, she immediately cleaned up the bed sheet.

Then swiftly tidied up everything.

Looking at the bed, she suddenly turned completely red again.

"...Too bad..."

Shyly for a while, then remembering that time Fang Che pulled a quilt over...she couldn't help but chuckle, her eyebrows arching, "You are also King Shi!"

Then hurriedly started grooming and dressing.

Sneaking a peek outside, seeing Fang Che practicing in the courtyard, she quickly withdrew her head.

Her heart was still pounding.

Not daring to go out, not daring to face.

Sitting in front of the mirror, her face constantly turning red, even though her emotions were mixed, she still felt a newfound sense of calm.

"Just hope... you do fewer bad things... so that these days can last longer..."

"If only there wasn't a Demon Sect in this world, if only it wasn't so ruthless and bent on destroying the entire continent...it would be great."

"It's just a pity, in this world... there is no 'if'."

...

The sun had risen high, yet the four from Yin Shen Palace still hadn't returned.