A Night of Silence (Please Subscribe, Recommend, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

"Mm~"

Yue Qiluo merely nodded without saying anything. Or rather, she did not know what to say. She did not dislike Gu Sheng; she liked his handsome, scholarly appearance and his gentle personality toward her. Thus, she was not overly opposed to this marriage.

There was just one thing she was very dissatisfied with: this man actually had seven concubines. Although six of them were not favored, there was still one whom she hated. Yet she had no way to do anything about it. Moreover, this man seemed to favor that woman more, which made Yue Qiluo even more uncomfortable.

"Don’t worry~ From now on~ I’ll treat you well."

Gu Sheng smiled, poured two cups of wine, and linked arms with Yue Qiluo before downing them in one gulp. Two blushes rose on their faces.

"You must be starving! Look what I prepared for you."

Gu Sheng smiled as he rearranged the things on the table, adding a few more side dishes and candles. Just like that, a candlelit dinner took shape.

Yue Qiluo’s tolerance for alcohol was average, and the flush on her cheeks only added to her charm. Seeing that she seemed happy, Gu Sheng poured her another cup.

Perhaps because this was Yue Qiluo’s first marriage, she was especially happy tonight. Although she knew that alcohol was not good for her, she still accepted every cup. Before long, the two of them had finished a bottle of red wine, and most of the dishes were gone as well.

Under the stimulation of the alcohol, Yue Qiluo’s true nature was released. She rose boldly and wildly, leaned over the table, and said to Gu Sheng, "Do you have the guts to watch this lady dance?"

Usually, she looked delicate and weak, and even spoke in a tiny voice. In front of Gu Sheng, she was especially cautious and timid, so meek and endearing that she aroused one’s pity. How could she ever have spoken to him in such a tone?

"You’re my wife. How could I not dare watch?"

Gu Sheng smiled faintly, bent forward, and exchanged a smile with Yue Qiluo.

"Good~ Then you’re in for a treat~"

Yue Qiluo gave an enchanting giggle. With her back to Gu Sheng in her red dress, she twisted her waist, turned her head, and smiled sweetly at him. Rising lightly onto her toes, she gracefully began to dance in the room, her hands circling through the air.

Gu Sheng leaned back in his chair and quietly watched her. A hint of infatuation appeared in his eyes. The dance divided the inside and outside of the room into two separate worlds. Outside was the noisy, bustling wedding feast; inside was a quiet, peaceful pure land.

Yue Qiluo’s waist was exceptionally slender. When she arched and turned, it seemed as though it might snap at any moment, creating a strange beauty that tugged at the heart. Although her face was flushed with wine and her eyes were hazy with drunkenness, her steps remained utterly steady, and not a single beat or rhythm was off.

Yue Qiluo clearly remembered that she had begun learning this dance when she decided to stop pestering Qingyun Temple and enjoy her own life. Before she could show it to anyone, however, her senior brother had already found her, followed by a century beneath the well.

Yue Qiluo danced especially well today. She noticed Gu Sheng’s gaze following her steps, which made the little demoness even happier. When the dance ended, she stood motionless with her back to Jiang Shaofeng, as though she had fallen into memories of the past.

"What’s wrong~"

Gu Sheng’s voice came from behind her. Yue Qiluo felt her slender waist tighten, and his warm, masculine touch brushed against her earlobe. It felt a little ticklish and hot, and a strange emotion began to ripple through her heart.

Yue Qiluo turned around, reached out to stroke his cheek, and giggled coquettishly. "Zhang Xianzong, you’re the first person to see me dance. Just consider yourself lucky!"

"Of course I’m lucky. Even you belong to me, so how could I not be lucky?"

Gu Sheng reached out and pulled the light, delicate beauty into his arms. She was like a weightless bundle of cotton, soft and boneless, light and graceful.

Yue Qiluo, uncharacteristically, wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her dark eyes sparkled. "Zhang Xianzong, you know? While I was dancing just now, I remembered so many things from the past.

"At Qingyun Temple, I was the one most doted on by my senior brothers and sisters. I played pranks on all of them… Why did they attack me… What exactly did I do wrong…"

As she spoke, she first laughed, then began crying as she continued. Her little face became a blurry mess. This was the truest Yue Qiluo—a Yue Qiluo who could laugh and cry, who had flesh and blood.

The red wine had a strong aftereffect. As she talked, Yue Qiluo grew muddled, and her mind became unclear. She continued to laugh and cry, her eyes narrowing and closing from time to time.

Gu Sheng also felt wave after wave of dizziness. His tolerance for alcohol was actually rather poor. He would not collapse after one cup, but he was not much better off. Still, he could not fall asleep now. After holding his head and shaking it for a while, he regained some clarity and forcibly carried the little beauty to the bed.

Yue Qiluo leaned against Gu Sheng’s chest, her exquisite little face covered in intertwined tear tracks. The light makeup on her face was smeared beyond recognition, but there was a smile at the corner of her lips, so clearly her mood was not bad. Gu Sheng inhaled the fragrance of her hair, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"Sleep well."

Gu Sheng helped her remove her outer clothes and shoes and socks, then tucked her beneath the covers. With a beauty beside him who was completely defenseless, he still had no intention of touching her now. The most beautiful thing in the world—he wanted her to give it to him herself.

"Good night~"

Gu Sheng removed his own outer clothes and shoes and socks, rinsed his mouth and washed up, then changed into his pajamas. After lying down on the bed and getting beneath the covers, he pulled the beauty who still belonged to him into his arms. After kissing her on the cheek, he said good night and closed his eyes.

He did not choose to leave and spend the night at Liu Daimei’s residence. Tonight was his and Yue Qiluo’s wedding night. Although the beauty in his arms was not prepared, there should not be a third person intruding between them.

"Heh~"

After Gu Sheng fell asleep, the drowsy Yue Qiluo’s eyelids fluttered several times. She took a look at him, shifted into a more comfortable position, and fell into a sweet sleep again, her little face filled with satisfaction.

The morning sunlight filtered through the cracks in the window, casting threads of pale light into the room. Yue Qiluo felt dizzy, with a slight headache, and opened her eyes in a daze.

She discovered the scene before her: she was sleeping in Zhang Xianzong’s arms, the two of them sharing the same quilt.

"Ugh~"

She began searching her memory with all her might. The events of last night flashed through her mind like scenes from a film. She slipped out of his embrace and sat up, rubbing her head with a bitter smile. It seemed she could not drink alcohol anymore. If she had not been drunk, how could she have gone so wild?

If Zhang Xianzong had not refrained from touching her for some unknown reason, she might have lost her chastity. But she was already married to him, so what meaning did chastity have anymore? Probably! It should be that way! Even she was not sure.

"Hmph~"

Yue Qiluo pulled the quilt back over Gu Sheng. Seeing him sleeping soundly, she moved gently and carefully, doing her best not to disturb him. At that moment, a strange emotion stirred in her heart.

She knew that he had had the chance to take her body. If that had happened, then now she would… She did not know what she would have done. Would draining his Essence Yuan have been too cruel? His face was so handsome; after draining him dry, he would grow old.

Besides, she was his concubine. Even if something really had happened, should that not have been normal?