Under the red phoenix robe, Ye Zhi’s eyes shimmered, cherry blossoms blooming on her peach-like face, she murmured, "It’s fine, just my heart is pounding really fast, and there’s no other feeling."

Huanhuan nodded somewhat understandingly, thinking of her own wedding date, her heart also beat a little faster, and she felt expectant.

Lu He, having weathered many storms and being older than the two, could see that the young girls before her were clearly under the spell of love.

It will be fine after some time.

Just like how she and Zhao Jun are now, returned to a mundane daily life.

No, it’s her who’s mundane; Young Master Zhao is now as passionate as fire...

Outside, a few subtle footsteps echoed through the covered corridor, signaling the return of Mrs. Chen, who had come along with the dowry.

Ye Zhi recognized her footsteps, quickly covered herself with the big red bridal veil, and sat quietly on the bed.

Huanhuan and Lu He accompanied her by her side.

As an old servant of the Ye Mansion, Mrs. Chen had watched Ye Zhi grow up and was close to the Ye Family, naturally treating her like a granddaughter. On the wedding night, she said some auspicious words to the young lady and reminded her about matters in the bridal chamber, saying to inform the groom if she was uncomfortable, not to say it directly, but to be tactful, or else it would hurt the man’s pride...

Ye Zhi responded through the big red bridal veil, "Okay, I will."

No one saw the blush on her face. The two had consummated their marriage in Yangzhou City; the little traitor didn’t adhere to etiquette. As he served her well, she had been half-pushed at first, and later quite willing...

She felt the little traitor really seemed to care about her!

Huanhuan, being an unmarried maiden, turned red after listening to this.

Having had a child, Lu He found it normal, without any shyness.

This moment didn’t last long.

Shen Chen silently approached the door; he carried a sense of aloofness. After Mrs. Chen and the others said a few auspicious words, they quickly disappeared, not daring to disrupt the bridal chamber or linger longer.

Ye Zhi heard the sound of the door latch and stiffened for a moment. Then, a magnetic male voice came to her ear.

"Ah Zhi, I’m back."

Her small hand under her sleeve lightly twisted her skirt, and she responded, "Mm."

Soon after, the veil was gently lifted, revealing her snowy skin and floral beauty, appearing even more radiant under the candlelight.

Shen Chen’s gaze fell on Ah Zhi, fearing it was a dream, and he reached out to touch her delicate face. The sensation of her skin like condensed fat reassured him she was real. "Ah Zhi, I really married you; from now on, you mustn’t leave me again."

Ye Zhi was sharp at this moment, parting her vermilion lips, negotiating, "Depends on how well you treat me. If not, I’ll leave anytime and roam the world. You said before that I would manage the household finances, and you need to hand over all the silver, no hiding private money, no mistresses hidden away. If I find out, see if I don’t kick you out."

The groom’s face darkened for a moment, having expected sweet words, but unexpectedly, the young girl played by her own rules.

She noticed his darkened expression and added, "Also, you have to change your gloomy quirks. Who are you showing that dark face to, huh? I tell you, others might be afraid of you, but I’m not. Now I’m your legally wedded wife, brought in with eight sedan chairs."

Shen Chen couldn’t help but place a hand on his forehead, yet he nodded in agreement, "Alright."

The two of them then drank the ceremonial wedding wine together, symbolizing the couple becoming one, never to part.