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Chapter 151 The Bright and Elegant Fake Gold 28

The eight-bearer bridge circled the capital city several times, and people along the way stopped to offer their congratulations.

The scattered confetti and flower petals landed on the top of the sedan chair, adding to the festive atmosphere.

Inside the sedan chair, Liu Yunshu clutched the lotus-shaped purse given to her by Wen Qingqing, and a smile never left her lips as she listened to the merriment outside.

When the bridal sedan chair finally returned to the main gate of the Wen residence, the wedding attendant's announcement rang out again: "The bridal sedan chair has arrived—"

Wen Zhimiao was already waiting by the side, his wedding attire accentuating his handsome features, his eyes fixed only on the vermilion sedan chair.

He stepped forward, personally lifted the sedan curtain, and extended a steady hand: "Shu'er, come down."

Using his strength, Liu Yunshu stepped out of the bridal sedan chair, her feet treading on the red silk carpet, and walked step by step toward the main hall.

The master of ceremonies loudly announced the wedding vows:

"Bowing to Heaven and Earth—"

The two bowed side by side, paying homage to the heavens and earth outside the door.

"Bowing to the parents twice—"

Lord Wen and his wife sat in the main seats, looking at the perfect couple with expressions of satisfaction.

Liu Yunshu and Wen Zhimiao bowed respectfully.

"Husband and wife bow to each other—"

The moment their eyes met, Wen Zhimiao's tenderness almost overflowed, and Liu Yunshu blushed slightly as she gently leaned forward.

The moment the ceremony concluded, firecrackers and cheers erupted once again, filling the Wen residence with jubilation.

The wedding banquet was held in the courtyard of the Wen family mansion, and the hall was full of guests, all of whom were colleagues and relatives from the capital.

His Highness the Crown Prince personally came to offer his congratulations, and holding Wen Zhimiao's hand, he smiled and said, "Young Master Wen, today is truly a joyous occasion in your life. You must treat Miss Liu well from now on."

Wen Zhimiao raised her glass in return: "Your Highness, rest assured, I will."

With Consort Lin under house arrest, the Third Prince still imprisoned, and the Rong Prince's Mansion and the Su Vice Minister's Mansion preoccupied with their own troubles, naturally no one dared to cause trouble.

At the banquet, glasses clinked and blessings rang out continuously.

Inside the new house, Wen Qingqing was talking to Liu Yunshu.

Wen Zhimiao was ushered in by a crowd, her face flushed with the effects of alcohol, but she remained composed in the slightest.

His gaze fell directly on Liu Yunshu, who was sitting upright on the edge of the bed, and he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"Cousin, hurry up and lift the red veil!" A young master from a collateral branch of the family came over, laughing and joking.

"Yes, yes, Qinglan, hurry up and pick!" Xiao Ce chimed in from the side.

Wen Zhimiao smiled and raised her hand to accept the wedding trophy from the matchmaker. Although her fingertips trembled slightly, her movements were exceptionally solemn.

His gaze was fixed on the vaguely visible figure under the red veil. He gently lifted a corner of the veil, which was embroidered with gold thread, with a jade hairpin, and slowly lifted it up.

The moment the red veil fell to the ground, everyone in the room gasped.

Liu Yunshu's beauty was already striking, but now, adorned in a bright red wedding dress and phoenix crown, she was even more radiant. The shyness and tenderness in her eyes were captivating.

Wen Zhimiao paused, holding Xicheng's hand, her eyes fixed on Xicheng alone, even the surrounding noise faded away.

He reached out and carefully brushed away the stray hairs that had fallen by her temples, his voice so gentle it could melt water: "Shu'er, you are so beautiful."

Liu Yunshu looked up at him with affection in her eyes, her lips curving into a gentle smile: "Brother is handsome too."

These words only intensified the commotion inside the room.

"Sister Shu'er and Brother Zhimiao are both so handsome, slurp~"

Six-year-old Wen Nian'er clutched a candy cake, tilted her round little face up, and stared at the two of them with bright, sparkling eyes. Her childish voice made everyone in the room laugh.

Xiao Ce patted Wen Zhimiao on the shoulder and teased, "Look, even Nian'er can see it. You two are a match made in heaven!"

Wen Zhimiao glanced at him helplessly, took the nuptial wine from the matchmaker, handed one cup to Liu Yunshu first, and then picked up her own cup.

He gazed intently at her, his voice carrying clearly through the noise to her ears: "Shu'er, for the rest of my life, I will never let you down."

Liu Yunshu took the wine glass, her fingertips touching his, a warmth reaching her heart. She nodded gently, her eyes filled with smiles and earnestness: "I will not let you down either."

The two men intertwined their arms and downed their drinks in one gulp. The shouts and applause inside the room mingled together, creating a scene so lively it seemed to lift the roof off.

The matchmaker stepped forward with a smile and said, "Congratulations to the bride and groom! May you be forever united in heart!"

"Shu'er, I'll go to the front hall to entertain some guests for a while. Don't be bored, Qingqing will keep you company. If you need anything, just have someone call me."

Wen Zhimiao straightened the slightly disheveled tassels of her wedding dress, her tone full of instructions, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against her cheek, still warm from the alcohol.

Liu Yunshu nodded, put the candied fruit he had just handed her into her mouth, and the sweetness spread: "Okay, go ahead, but drink less alcohol."

"Don't worry." Wen Zhimiao smiled, gave her a deep look, and then turned to follow Xiao Ce and the others out to deal with the guests.

The room immediately became much quieter.

"Qingqing, why don't you go get something to eat first? Biyan and Biluo are here to keep me company."

Just then, Biyan came in carrying a basin of warm water: "Miss, you should wash your hands and rest for a while. The phoenix crown is heavy; would you like to take it off to relax?"

"Okay." Liu Yunshu nodded, and Wen Qingqing quickly stepped forward to help, carefully removing the phoenix crown.

Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Liu Yunshu rubbed her sore neck and let out a long sigh.

"Qingqing, thank you for spending time with me today. Go and get some rest."

Seeing that Liu Yunshu looked a little tired, Wen Qingqing didn't linger any longer and patted her hand with a smile.

"Then I won't bother you anymore. Call me anytime if you need anything."

After saying this, she instructed Biyan and Biluo to serve her well, and then lightly withdrew, lifting her skirt.

"Miss, let me remove your makeup for you, then go take a bath."

"Okay." Liu Yunshu responded softly, letting Biyan wipe the powder off her face.

Biluo had already prepared hot water, and dried rose petals were scattered in the bathtub. The steaming water carried a faint floral fragrance.

Liu Yunshu soaked in warm water, and her muscles, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed.

"You guys go get something to eat, I'll soak in the water for a bit, you don't need to stay here."

Liu Yunshu closed her eyes, her voice tinged with a lazy softness, carried in the steam.

Biyan and Biluo exchanged a glance, then carefully instructed, "If Miss needs anything, just ring the copper bell by the bathtub, and we'll wait outside."

Seeing Liu Yunshu nod, the two quietly withdrew, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

The warm water in the bathtub, infused with the scent of roses, washed away the day's fatigue and tension.

Just as Liu Yunshu was lying on the bathtub with her eyes closed, footsteps came from not far away.

"Is it Biyan?"

Liu Yunshu, her eyes still closed, said in a sleepy voice, "The water's a bit cold, let's add some more hot water."

The man gave a soft "hmm" and slowly approached the bathtub.

Liu Yunshu assumed it was Biyan and continued to keep her eyes closed and shoulders relaxed.

As the water flowed, the temperature in the bathtub gradually rose, and the warmth spread along her skin. Liu Yun sighed comfortably.

But the next second, a warm hand was placed on her shoulder and began to massage her.

Liu Yunshu closed her eyes and hummed comfortably, "Biyan, your massage strength has improved. My shoulders and neck are really sore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand on his shoulder paused for a moment, and then he softly hummed in agreement.

Half-asleep, Liu Yunshu didn't notice anything amiss. Instead, she shrank further into the bathtub, muttering:

"Focus on it, right here... I've been wearing the phoenix crown for too long today, and it's really sore here."

The hand on her shoulder tightened slightly as instructed, but it was gentler and more delicate than before.

Liu Yunshu gradually lost her guard in this pleasant warmth, and even her breathing became long and deep.

Wen Zhimiao looked down at Liu Yunshu, who had her back to him, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down, the temperature of her fingertips almost burning her skin.

He had rushed back to see her after finishing his social engagements, and upon hearing that she was taking a bath, he intended to wait for her in the outer room.

But he heard some noise inside, and no sound of the bell. Not wanting to be uneasy, he gently pushed open the door and was met with this scene.

Rose petals floated on the water's surface, their outlines blurred by the misty vapor.

Her exposed shoulder skin was as white as snow, and her hair, damp with water droplets, clung to her neck, adding a touch of softness and charm.

He had been momentarily distracted and actually agreed to her request, and even inexplicably massaged her shoulders.

The scent of roses lingered around his nose, mingling with her delicate fragrance and the moisture in the air, filling his lungs and making his heart pound faster. Even the tips of his ears turned a blush.

He took off his clothes and quietly stepped into the large bathtub, where warm water gently rippled.

"Biyan? Why aren't you pressing it anymore?" A hint of a smile flashed in Liu Yunshu's eyes as she asked, feigning confusion.

The person behind her didn't respond. Only the warm water rippled gently again, and a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind, firmly encircling her waist.

Liu Yunshu gasped and her whole body tensed instantly, but she was firmly held around the waist by the person behind her.

The familiar scent of ink, mingled with a faint aroma of alcohol, wafted through the steam and lingered at the tip of my nose. "Brother! It's you?"

Wen Zhimiao gently rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice slightly hoarse from drinking, yet also revealing an undisguised flutter of excitement.

"I rushed back after finishing my social engagement, and when I heard you calling for someone, I was worried something had happened to you..."

He tightened his arms around her waist very gently, as if afraid of startling her, but his fingertips couldn't help but caress her delicate skin, and the blush on her ears deepened.

"Brother, you're being so reckless! Biyan and Biluo are still waiting outside!"

Liu Yunshu leaned her head back against his shoulder, her warm breath brushing against his chin.

Wen Zhimiao's breath hitched, and the arms around her tightened, her voice becoming even lower and hoarse:

"Don't worry, my wife. When I came in, I told them to go and rest and not to come over unless summoned."

He deliberately emphasized the word "wife," his tone carrying a hint of triumphant tenderness.

Liu Yunshu's cheeks flushed, and she reached out to gently push his arm, but with little force. Instead, she nuzzled his chest in a coquettish manner, saying, "You've thought of everything."

"My wife, I have waited for this day for far too long." Wen Zhimiao's voice brushed against the top of her head, carrying a deep affection that had been suppressed for many years.

"The peaks rise one after another, the blue waves ripple, and the red plum blossoms stand facing each other in the snow."

Wen Zhimiao leaned close to her ear, her voice different from its usual clear and crisp tone, deep and with a hint of suppressed magnetism.