Jiang Huai shrank back, pressing himself tightly against the headboard.
He completely failed to understand the situation in front of him.
Come to think of it, was he not supposed to marry Cang Ling?
Even if this was an illusion, it should be an illusion dominated by Cang Ling, right?
How did it turn into marrying Cang Jing?
He suddenly remembered the words Ao Yao said before, that the Secret Realm has a very strong adaptive capability.
Could it be that the illusions of these two sisters were connected?
“Why are you not undressing?” Cang Jing’s voice was calm and steady, carrying a hint of doubt, “Are you waiting for my younger sister?”
She walked slowly to the table, the hem of her Red Wedding Robe dragging lightly on the floor, making a faint rustling sound.
She picked up the wine cup and tilted her head to drink it all in one gulp, her movements crisp and neat without the slightest shyness.
Then, she lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the empty cup in her hand, wondering about something unknown.
With Cang Jing entering the room, the clamor outside gradually quieted down.
Those Dragon roars, gongs, drums, and cheers receded like the tide, disappearing bit by bit into the night.
In its place was the silence of the night, that kind of deep silence.
Jiang Huai’s body shrank back further.
He urgently wanted to know what was happening before his eyes, and even more, he wanted to know what this world was really like.
He wished he could pull out his sword right now and summon Ao Yao to rush back.
But his more pressing thought was this.
It would not be good to give himself away to Cang Jing tonight, would it?
Even though it was within an illusion, it still felt a bit strange.
“I say,” Jiang Huai gave two dry laughs, his voice sounding exceptionally clear in the silent Bridal Chamber, “How about tonight we just talk about the wind and the moon… what do you think?”
He spoke softly, his tone carrying a bit of testing.
Cang Jing frowned slightly.
She raised her head and gave Jiang Huai an odd look, as if he were speaking nonsense.
She slowly set down the wine cup, her movements elegant and composed.
“On the wedding night, what are you saying?”
She paused, her tone carrying a sense of course.
“Even if I wanted to chat, I am afraid my sister would not want to chat.”
Jiang Huai’s heart stirred.
“Then where is your sister?” He opened his mouth to ask.
“In the room next door.” Cang Jing said strangely, as if not understanding why he would ask such an obvious question, “What is wrong?”
“Why not let her in?”
Cang Jing: “…”
She was silent for a moment, a subtle light flashing in those amber eyes.
“Because tonight you are mine.”
“This is what my sister negotiated with me.”
Jiang Huai sat up straight with a thud!
Without a word, he lifted his feet to get out of bed, muttering.
“I will go find her to ask… find her to ask…”
Before he could finish his words.
Cang Jing grabbed Jiang Huai’s arm!
The strength was as great as a steel plier, her slender fingers tightly locking onto his arm, unmoving.
Jiang Huai struggled for a bit, but he did not budge.
He struggled again, and still, he did not budge.
It was over.
Jiang Huai wailed in his heart.
Inside this illusion, unless he used extreme methods, summoned Ji Nuan, or used the Two Energies of Yin and Yang to forcibly break free.
He could only allow Cang Jing to hold him like this.
“You two sisters…” Jiang Huai called out helplessly, his voice full of frustration and despair, “Does getting married require taking turns for the first night?!”
Cang Jing did not answer.
She simply pushed Jiang Huai onto the bed with one hand.
Caught off guard, Jiang Huai fell backward onto the soft Brocade Quilt, his Red Wedding Robe becoming disheveled.
Before he could react, he saw Cang Jing stand up and slowly undress.
The sash of the Red Wedding Robe was gently untied.
The outer robe slipped down, revealing the moon-white inner garment beneath.
The collar of the inner garment was slightly open, her exquisite collarbones appearing faintly.
With the movement of her fingers, the inner garment also slipped from her shoulders.
Only thin underwear remained.
That underwear was pale gold, thin as a cicada’s wing, clinging tightly to her body, outlining the powerful and athletic figure belonging to the Yellow Dragon Clan.
The lines of her neck and shoulders were smooth, her collarbones distinct, and the firm outlines of muscle were faintly visible on her arms, yet she did not look bulky, instead exuding a vigorous beauty.
The curve of her chest was full but not exaggerated, her waist slender yet powerful, her abdomen flat, with the faint traces of abdominal lines visible.
Further down were long, straight legs, the lines smooth and the texture firm, filled with the tension of power and elasticity.
She just stood there, looking down at Jiang Huai.
In those amber eyes, there was no shyness, no hesitation, only a quiet composure.
“You do not need to worry about my sister’s matter.”
Her voice was calm and steady.
“This is a default principle for the two of us since we were young; if there is something good, we take turns.”
She paused, her tone carrying a flat indifference.
“Furthermore, it was she who wanted to marry you, so I agreed.”
Jiang Huai’s lips twitched.
He suddenly raised his foot and stepped right on Cang Jing’s soft chest!
The sensation was soft yet firm, and the sole of his foot could clearly feel that full curve and warm body temperature.
He maintained this posture and asked.
“If she wants to marry me, then just let her marry me.”
“What does this have to do with you?”
Cang Jing suddenly grabbed his foot.
Her palm was warm and powerful, tightly gripping his ankle, the strength making it impossible for him to break free.
She asked in surprise, her tone carrying a bit of confusion.
“Do you not know?”
“Did she not tell you?”
She paused, a subtle light flashing in those amber eyes.
“Surely not, right?”
Jiang Huai seized this opportunity!
He immediately answered, his voice urgent and fast.
“Right! She did not tell me!”
“You tell me clearly exactly what is going on.”
Come to think of it, he truly did not know what was wrong with these two sisters.
Since their relationship was good, they should have come together, right? Anyway, among the Dragon Race he had seen, were Chi Hong and Chihuang not together?
Since their relationship was not bad, it should not come to the point of lining up, right?
Cang Jing was silent for a moment.
She did not let go of Jiang Huai’s foot; instead, she naturally sat on the edge of the bed and placed his foot on her knee.
Those long fingers actually began to play with Jiang Huai’s foot—unintentionally stroking it, her fingertips lightly grazing the sole, carrying a bit of a bored sentiment.
Jiang Huai wanted to pull it back, but it was unmoving.
But now he wanted to know what was going on even more, so he could only endure that slightly itchy sensation and listen quietly.
Cang Jing told the story in detail, her voice as calm as water, as if narrating a distant tale.
“Because this is a unique situation for our Dragon Race.”
“She and I… were not born from a womb.”
“But were egg-born.”
Jiang Huai was stunned.
“The two of us were in one egg since childhood, mixed together, and for a long time, there was no way to break the shell and be born.”
She paused, her hand movements stopping for a moment before continuing to stroke aimlessly.
“So the Clan Leader and the various Elders… spent a great deal of effort for the two of us.”
Her gaze looked toward the Void, as if piercing through time and space to see scenes from a very long time ago.
“They used countless rare Immortal Materials—Eternal Warm Jade Marrow, Nine-Transform Dragon Blood Zhi, Extraterrestrial Meteorite Essence… those things, any one of them would be enough for ordinary Cultivators to fight over.”
“They even invited seniors from the Immortal Realm and borrowed the power of the Immortal Realm to strip, differentiate, and reshape us bit by bit…”
“Only then were the two of us separated.”
Her voice gradually lowered.
“But from then on…”
She raised her eyes and looked directly at Jiang Huai, her gaze meaningful.
“The two of us have Sensory Sharing.”
“Do you understand?”
Jiang Huai was stunned.
He opened his mouth, for a moment not knowing what to say.
Sensory Sharing?
That means…
Cang Jing seemed to see through his thoughts and said pointedly.
“She is in the room next door right now.”
“But all of my tactile sensations… she can feel them.”
“Including now… and soon.”
She paused, a subtle smile in her tone.
“Can you understand?”
Jiang Huai could not help but drop his jaw.
He stared blankly at this woman in thin underwear, sitting on the edge of the bed playing with his foot, his brain spinning rapidly—
Sensory Sharing?
All sensations?
Then that means…
He asked again, his voice carrying a bit of uncertainty.
“Including… all senses?”
“Are you sure?”
Cang Jing did not answer immediately.
She looked down at her lower body, and on that cold face, she could not help but twitch.
Clearly, Cang Ling next door was doing something shameful at this moment.
“That is right.” Her voice carried a hint of helplessness, “All sensations. Including what you are thinking.”
Jiang Huai was silent for a moment.
He looked at the Azure Dragon Short Sword by his hand—that was Ao Yao’s sword, currently lying quietly by the pillow, the Sword Sheath glowing with a faint green light.
He remembered Ao Yao’s reaction when she pulled the sword.
He remembered her slumped on the ground, her calves twitching.
He remembered the scene of that Sword Sheath opening and closing like flesh and blood.
He laughed from anger.
He stuck out his thumb toward Cang Jing, toward this Cang Jing who was clearly cold yet had to endure all of her sister’s sensations.
“Your Dragon Race is impressive.”
“The Dragon Race produces many talents!”
He gritted his teeth and said word by word.
“Not a single one is simple.”