Chapter 957 - 962, - 963: The Bridal Chamber (Part 2)

Chen Mo and Nalan Yiren rose together, then turned and bowed toward the heavens and earth outside the ancestral hall—this time, without knocking their heads.

Hearing this, Chen Mo felt a bit strange inside.

In Great Wei, when newlyweds perform the wedding rites, the first they worship is heaven and earth.

But in Poison King Valley, the ancestors rank above heaven and earth.

"Husband and wife, bow to each other." Chen Cultivator looked at the two newlyweds, a flush rising on his face. This was his first time presiding over a wedding for the Emperor.

It was something worth bragging about.

Once the couple finished bowing to each other, the wedding ceremony was nearing its end.

"The rites are complete. Newlyweds, retire to the bridal chamber."

"Waa, waa..."

As Chen Cultivator said this, the Valley disciples watching around the ancestral hall immediately burst into loud, teasing laughter, the smiles on their faces tinged with a hint of "dirty-mindedness."

"Quiet, quiet!" Si Song gave a light cough to restore order, then said, "Tonight, every last one of you had better behave yourselves. Whoever dares disturb the bridal chamber, this old man will teach him a lesson he won’t forget."

Poison King Valley also had the "bad habit" of boisterously disturbing the bridal chamber.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a disciple outside the hall said, "Great Elder, you must be joking. The Saintess’s bridal chamber—who would dare disturb that?"

Come on, both bride and groom were Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists.

If they went to make trouble in these two people’s bridal chamber, wouldn’t they be walking in just to get beaten up? They weren’t stupid.

"Your Majesty, after you and the State Preceptor finish the cross-cup wine, you still need to come out and thank the guests." Chen Cultivator was worried that once His Majesty carried the State Preceptor into the wedding room, he’d immediately start the bridal night, so when Chen Mo was about to leave, he came to his side and quietly reminded him.

Chen Mo understood. Even if Chen Cultivator hadn’t said it, he wouldn’t have forgotten.

He wasn’t that desperate for sex yet.

After leaving the ancestral hall, Chen Mo once more lifted Nalan Yiren onto his back and headed toward the wedding room.

His speed this time was even faster than when they’d circled the valley earlier.

They quickly arrived at their bridal room.

The door was open, with two red lanterns hanging outside, already lit.

Chen Mo directly carried Nalan Yiren inside and set her down on the bed.

Nalan Yiren sat properly.

Chen Mo reached out and gently removed the mask from Nalan Yiren’s face. Under the candlelight, Nalan Yiren, with her gorgeous silver crown on her head and wedding robe on her body, no longer had the slightest trace of her usual cold, "keep-strangers-away" aura. She was shy and timid, her delicate head lowered; with her bridal makeup accenting her features, she was stunning beyond compare, like a flawless jade figurine given life and clothed.

"My wife." Chen Mo called softly.

"Husband." Nalan Yiren also called out, her face flushed red.

"My wife, now it’s your turn to remove my mask." Chen Mo fixed his gaze on Nalan Yiren’s face, temporarily suppressing the urge to push her down.

Nalan Yiren softly hummed in response, slowly raised her hand, took off the mask on Chen Mo’s face, and placed it beside her.

"From today on, we are husband and wife." Chen Mo held her hand and sat down beside her.

His butt felt a bit poked; the bed was covered with peanuts, longans, red dates, and other dried fruits.

Chen Mo pushed some of them aside.

"Husband, it’s time... to drink the cross-cup wine."

Seeing Chen Mo’s movements, Nalan Yiren worried he might forget something and reminded him.

Chen Mo lifted his hand and playfully scraped her nose bridge, smiling. "Relax, your husband won’t forget."

Chen Mo got up, took the cross-cup wine, and handed one cup to Nalan Yiren.

Nalan Yiren received it with both hands. Once Chen Mo sat back down, she looped arms with him and they drank from each other’s cup.

After the cross-cup wine, all the pre-bride-night steps were pretty much finished.

When Chen Mo’s gaze fell again on Nalan Yiren’s face, the corners of his lips couldn’t help but curve up. From this moment on, she truly belonged to him.

Perhaps because of the atmosphere, Nalan Yiren shyly lowered her head. With the wedding now complete, all sorts of feelings flooded her heart—joy, nervousness, happiness, and so on...

Chen Mo really couldn’t hold back anymore. He reached out, pinched Nalan Yiren’s chin, leaned in, and bit down for a kiss.

While kissing, his other hand removed the silver crown from Nalan Yiren’s head.

Huh, pretty heavy.

As the silver crown came off, Nalan Yiren’s long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, only to be stopped by the Silver Ring around her neck.

Nalan Yiren’s pupils slightly widened; her body’s instincts wanted her to push Chen Mo away, but she forcibly strangled that instinct. At this point, she no longer had any reason to resist.

She slowly closed her eyes, responding to his kiss.

It wasn’t until she felt a burning big hand sliding between her legs that Nalan Yiren abruptly shoved him away, not with any other intention: "Husband, you should go out and thank the guests."

Nalan Yiren was afraid that if they got too wrapped up with each other, they’d miss the Hour for the formal thanks. If that happened, people would definitely be gossiping and laughing at them tomorrow.

"My wife, I’ll be back soon."

Chen Mo gave Nalan Yiren’s butt a squeeze, then reluctantly left.

Nalan Yiren’s eyes showed a hint of playful reproach as she watched Chen Mo go.

Once Chen Mo left, she removed the Silver Ring on her neck and the Silver Rings on her hands and feet. Though that bit of weight was nothing to her—a drop in the bucket—for wearing them on her body, it was still somewhat uncomfortable.

Earlier, she’d had no choice. Now that the wedding was complete, there was no need to keep them on.

Of course, if Chen Mo knew, he would definitely be a little disappointed.

Taking off the Silver Ring was fine, but there was really no need to remove the rings on her wrists and ankles.

After that, she tidied up the dried fruits on the bed, then laid out the bedding properly.

Finally, she released the Poisonous Bees, letting the two of them guard outside.

Chen Mo really did come back quickly.

From the time he left to the time he returned, at most three quarters of an hour.

"My wife, you must have been waiting long."

There wasn’t the slightest trace of alcohol on Chen Mo’s body, but that wasn’t because he hadn’t drunk.

It was because, before coming in, he’d used Innate Spiritual Qi to dispel all the alcohol fumes.

Nalan Yiren didn’t respond to his words; instead she got up and reached out, clearly intending to help Chen Mo remove his wedding robe. It seemed she had begun to learn how to step into the role of a wife.

Chen Mo didn’t stand on ceremony with her and cooperated with the movements of her hands.

Nalan Yiren had never served anyone before, but taking off clothes was still quite simple.

It was only afterward that she didn’t know what to do next.

She actually knew in her heart, but as a woman, she couldn’t be the one to make the first move.

Chen Mo raised his brows and said, "My wife, go lie down on the bed. Leave the rest to me."

Nalan Yiren had been thinking just that. She obediently slipped off her embroidered shoes and lay down on the bed properly and neatly, very well-behaved.

Chen Mo sat on the edge of the bed, lifted his hand, and let his fingertips gently caress Nalan Yiren’s cheek, then slowly slid downward, helping her out of her clothes.

Even though this kind of wedding dress on Nalan Yiren was something Chen Mo was seeing for the first time, he still undid it with exceptional ease.

As the garments left her body one after another and she was revealed completely before Chen Mo, Nalan Yiren’s body couldn’t help but tense up, her face flushing scarlet. She quickly raised her hands to cover her face, babbling, "The candles, blow the candles out..."

"With such a beautiful body, if I don’t take my time appreciating it, wouldn’t that be a crime against heaven?"

Chen Mo’s subtext was clearly that he had no intention of putting out the candles.

"No one’s going to come disturb the bridal chamber tonight, right?"

"Relax, they don’t dare."

"An... Ms. An’niang?"

"Aunt Liu is with her."

"The Gr... Great Elder?"

"Alright, don’t be so nervous..."

After Chen Mo slowly admired Nalan Yiren’s ice-smooth, jade-like, flawless, perfect body for a while, he leaned down and pulled this living jade beauty tightly into his arms.

Suddenly, a low, crying wail sounded in the room.

Nalan Yiren’s E Mei brows furrowed tightly. The next instant, her arms wrapped around Chen Mo’s neck with all her strength, and her two long, snow-white, explosively powerful legs locked his waist with astonishing force, not allowing him any further movement. At the same time, a burst of Power erupted from within her body.

With a loud "bang."

The bed collapsed.

And it wasn’t just a simple bedboard snapping.

It shattered into pieces, beyond repair—the kind where you had to make an entirely new bed.

Chen Mo was stunned.

Nalan Yiren was stunned too.

The two of them lay in a pile of wooden frames, staring dumbfounded at each other.

Chen Mo had even forgotten.

Who was it last time that wrecked the bed?

Turns out Nalan Yiren was even more fierce.

After quite a while, Nalan Yiren finally spoke, her face burning red, her voice tinged with a hint of sobbing. "I... I didn’t mean to. I really couldn’t hold back. Wh-what do we do now?"