“This is coercion! Who gets married like this?” Jiang Huai grumbled indignantly at White Dew while clumsily tugging at that Red Wedding Dress, trying to cover himself.
Clearly, White Dew was not joking with him.
She only slightly raised her eyes and gave a light wave of her hand, and Jiang Huai instantly felt a piercing chill coming from a certain part of his body.
He shuddered in fear and dared not say another word, hurriedly putting the wedding dress onto his body.
Seeing his disheveled appearance of being both furious and afraid to speak out, a faint smile that was almost imperceptible flickered across the corners of White Dew’s mouth, vanishing in an instant.
She lowered her head and gently patted and coaxed Jiang Jianjia in her arms, her gaze soft.
She suddenly thought that this small life in her arms, who shared her bloodline, didn’t seem to have a very honorable origin either, as it also stemmed from her coercion.
‘White Dew, you really are dishonorable and sanctimonious.‘ She silently cursed herself in her heart.
Seed Borrowing went against the pride she had always upheld.
But the child was already lying in her arms, alive and well, and the other party had said such words.
Since things had come to this, she naturally did not intend to, nor could she ever, let Jiang Huai go again.
‘He is a person worthy of trust and commitment.‘ She took a silent breath, making excuses for herself in her heart.
Little Jianjia coughed a few times.
White Dew immediately moved her away carefully, stood up with gentle movements, walked into the side room, and placed her Daughter on the small bed that had already been prepared.
“Jianjia, I don’t know why your Father gave you such a name.” White Dew murmured to herself as she gazed at her Daughter’s pure sleeping face, her fingertips gently brushing over the delicate cheek.
This child being able to be born into the world was a miracle.
The Father was a male Yin-Yang Body who had appeared out of nowhere, and the Mother was a member of the White Dragon Clan who had awakened from an ancient frozen sleep, carrying a deep blood feud.
The identities, experiences, and eras of the two were so far apart that they wouldn’t even be related by a thousand miles.
But as fate would have it, they had conceived this life together.
‘Yes, this is fate; who says twisted melons aren’t sweet?‘ She tried to use this thought to soothe herself.
‘No.‘ She immediately denied this idea, fixing her gaze back on little Jianjia’s pale blue eyes that were identical to her own, and gently shook her head.
“What twisted melon? How can it be called a twisted melon?”
She suddenly thought, what if the child grows up and asks about the past between her and Jiang Huai?
Could she honestly tell her that she “used candied fruit tactics and then took advantage of the main person’s absence to force him to the wedding hall”?
This absolutely would not do!
White Dew immediately and resolutely rejected this explanation in her heart.
A serious expression appeared on her cold and beautiful face as she leaned down and whispered to her Daughter on the small bed, who could not yet understand any words:
“Your Father and I are truly in love.”
Yes, it had to be this way.
Reason for marriage: Pure love.
Little Jianjia just stared blankly at her Mother’s close-up, beautiful, and serious face.
“It’s time for you to sleep.” White Dew thought no more, her slender jade finger gently tapping on Jianjia’s forehead.
The little one’s eyelids immediately drooped, and she fell into a deep sleep, no longer “getting in the way.”
She stood up and gently closed the door to the side room, isolating the inside from the outside.
Inside the main room, Jiang Huai saw White Dew leave and immediately had an idea.
He moved cautiously on tiptoe, creeping toward the door, trying to escape the wedding room.
Just as he approached the door, he discovered to his despair that a crystal-clear Ice Lock, condensed from cold air, was firmly locked on the door.
Jiang Huai choked, knowing in his heart that he would likely not escape tonight.
At the thought that he and Qin Qingyue had never even had a formal wedding, yet now he had to inexplicably bow and marry White Dew, if Qin Qingyue found out…
He could almost imagine the scene of an ocean of jealousy overturning and her drawing a sword to hack at people.
“Our Daughter is asleep, come back.” A light voice drifted over from the direction of the main room.
Jiang Zhun sighed and moved his feet as if resigning himself to fate, walking back slowly.
When he stepped into the main room again, he couldn’t help but feel his eyes light up.
White Dew had already changed into an exquisite and magnificent Red Wedding Dress.
With a typical young girl’s physique, slender and delicate, this wedding dress as intense as fire diluted some of her usual coldness and added a bit of brilliance.
Those small and crystal-clear Dragon Horns now seemed even more warm and lovely due to this atmosphere.
Although most of the Dragon Tail was hidden by the hem of the skirt, occasionally during her movements, a section of the fair tip of the tail could be seen poking out restlessly, swaying gently.
Under the contrast of the red makeup, her clear and ethereal face had less frost and more of a charm that was rarely seen on ordinary days, even though she was still trying hard to keep a straight face.
White Dew walked to the table, picked up the wine pot, and slowly filled two cups of wine.
She handed one of them to Jiang Huai and picked up the other herself, her voice cold:
“After drinking this cup of wine, you and I will be considered married.”
She paused, seemingly having made a great decision, and took a deep breath, suppressing all her discomfort and pride:
“Consider it as me marrying you.”
With that, she took a step forward, instantly closing the distance with Jiang Huai until she was almost pressed against him.
She raised her arm and passed it through Jiang Huai’s arm that was holding the wine cup, forming a posture for Cross-cupped Wine.
Without waiting for Jiang Huai to react, she tilted her head back and drained the wine in her cup in one go.
Her ice-blue eyes looked straight at him.
“As long as you don’t tell anyone.” she added, her voice even lower, carrying a hint of pleading.
She knew her methods were not honorable, and she knew she might have never truly captured the heart of the man before her.
Therefore, she was willing to take this step back, defaulting to a status like that of a concubine, as long as it was not made public, allowing her to preserve her face.
In front of outsiders, Jianjia could just be called “Jianjia,” and the issue of the surname could be handled vaguely, as long as the family knew.
Jiang Huai was completely stunned.
He looked at the girl’s features close at hand, watching the uncontrollable blush rising on her face.
He had originally thought that this so-called marriage was to have him marry into White Dew’s family, but he hadn’t expected that she would actually lower her status and say words like “I am marrying you.”
“Why go to such lengths?” Jiang Huai couldn’t help but ask.
White Dew looked away, avoiding his question, only stubbornly asking back:
“Are you going to drink it or not?”
Jiang Zhun said no more, tilted his head, and drained the wine in his cup.
The Cross-cupped Wine was complete.
Before the wine cup was even put down, White Dew bit her lip and, without another word, pulled Jiang Huai toward the bed covered with the big red Mandarin Duck Brocade Quilt.
“Is it just drinking wine?” Jiang Huai was pulled along stumblingly and couldn’t help but confirm again.
This development was a bit too fast.
“I am not a person of this world, and moreover, since the world has changed now, we will not bow to Heaven and Earth.” White Dew explained without looking back.
Walking to the bedside, she pushed Jiang Huai down onto the soft bedding with one move, and then she lightly lifted her calf, hooked her slender finger, and the red embroidered shoes on her feet landed lightly on the ground, revealing her slender feet clad in pure white silk socks.
“As for the ritual of the husband and wife bowing to each other..” She leaned down, approaching Jiang Huai who was lying on the bed.
“We can do it on the bed.”
White Dew undid her clothes, her movements appearing slightly unpracticed.
Dazzlingly white skin, exquisite collarbones, and faint but not obvious undulating contours.
She lightly kissed the corner of Jiang Huai’s lips, bringing a hint of coolness and a faint scent of wine.
Jiang Huai couldn’t help but look sideways; this was the third Dragon.
The young girl’s skin was as delicate as jade, and her figure was slender and well-proportioned.
That elegant white Dragon Tail was no longer hidden, swaying restlessly and gently behind her.
Whether it was kissing or undressing, she kept a straight face throughout, trying hard to maintain a surface level of calm without making any sound.
Except for her cheeks and earlobes turning redder and redder beyond her control, there seemed to be no change in other aspects at all.
Jiang Huai couldn’t help but feel suspicious.
Did this woman do everything with such a cold, self-contained, and wave-less appearance?
Moreover, the other party was a genuine Great Ascension Cultivator.
Thinking of Su Yingman’s methods, Jiang Huai immediately raised his guard to the maximum, and his body also became unconsciously stiff.
That night, he had been somewhat frightened by Su Yingman’s antics.
This vigilance vanished into thin air when Jiang Huai accidentally touched her waist.
White Dew’s entire body jerked violently, as if she had been electrocuted, her reaction being exceptionally intense.
Her expression, which she had been trying so hard to maintain as if it were frozen in ice, seemed to show signs of breaking down, and a flicker of panic passed through her eyes.
“Hmm?”
Jiang Huai was someone who was very good at taking an inch when given a mile, and he immediately and keenly noticed that White Dew’s reaction was abnormal.
The doubt in his heart vanished, replaced by curiosity and a faint sense of control.
“What’s wrong with you?” He asked intentionally, but the movements of his hands did not stop; instead, he became even bolder.
He took the opportunity to flip over and pin White Dew down, looking into her blue eyes which were shimmering with light and already appearing blurred, and asked:
“As a member of the Dragon Race, what is your Yuq Period like?”
White Dew’s body suddenly stiffened.
She unexpectedly did not resist, but instead, as if she had lost all her strength, she obediently prostrated herself on the Bed of Soft Jade, letting Jiang Huai lie on her back.
She pressed her lips tightly together, refusing to speak.
This obedient appearance made Jiang Huai feel surprised.
“Why aren’t you speaking?” Jiang Huai was relentless, his fingers mischievously sliding gently along the lines of her spine.
“Mmm.……” White Dew couldn’t control herself and let out an extremely faint, trembling moan, her body shaking even more violently.
Just a touch like this caused her such a large reaction?
Was she still a Great Ascension Cultivator?
The only thing that could overshadow one’s Cultivation must be the instinctive Yuq Period, right?
Jiang Huai understood in his heart.
While thinking, his other hand moved down naturally, gently grasping the tip of her Dragon Tail and giving it a slight squeeze.
“Don’t touch the tail…….Ah!” White Dew suddenly jerked her head up, letting out a short and charming soft cry, and her entire body instantly went limp, completely collapsing onto the Bed of Soft Jade.
Her eyes were glistening with water, as if covered by a layer of mist, her mouth slightly open as she breathed rapidly.
As Jiang Huai deliberately toyed with and kneaded her tail, her legs actually began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
“So that’s how it is…” Jiang Huai let go of the Dragon Tail in his hand, his tone carrying a bit of playfulness.
“You react like this just from a touch.”
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his hot breath blowing against her sensitive earlobe:
“Is this how your Yuq Period manifests?”
White Dew tightly closed her eyes, burying her reddened cheeks into the soft Mandarin Duck Brocade Quilt, refusing to look at Jiang Huai no matter what, and even more so refusing to answer this shameful question.
She felt she had lost a great deal of face.
Last time, Jiang Huai was unconscious and unaware, but this time, she was exposing her unspeakable Yuq Period while he was completely conscious.
“I see.” Jiang Huai began to eagerly move even further in.
White Dew suddenly shuddered again.
When she opened her eyes once more, she found that the pair of warm, jade-like Dragon Horns on her head were already being firmly held by Jiang Huai.
In the face of Qin Qingyue and Chi Lian, it was actually quite difficult to grasp their Dragon Horns.
Qin Qingyue’s mood was entirely unpredictable, only allowing him to hold them as a charity when she was happy.
Although Chi Lian was obedient and would actively tilt her head, she was, after all, of a mature build.
But White Dew was different.
Her young girl’s physique was quite petite, and the Yuq Period made it difficult for her to gather strength to resist when she was moved.
Jiang Huai had almost no effort to firmly grasp that pair of incomparably obedient Dragon Horns.
“You…” White Dew was too bashful to speak, the watery light in her ice-blue eyes growing even stronger, but she only gave him a reproachful glare.
She didn’t truly struggle, but instead slightly adjusted her posture, seemingly enjoying this feeling of being completely controlled.
No one would have ever thought that the leader of the White Dragon Clan, who was usually cold, self-contained, and possessed an inviolable majesty, would be like this between the bed curtains—someone who allowed her Dao Companion to mess with her, turning into spring water at a single touch, and even obediently offering up her most sensitive Dragon Horns and tail.
“Madam.” Jiang Huai pressed down on the girl beneath him, looking at her enraptured appearance as a sense of mischief rose in his heart.
He gently moved her pretty face toward the outside of the Bed of Soft Jade, facing the empty bed curtains, and suggested:
“How about generating an Ice Mirror?”
White Dew: “？？？”