GTB Chapter 253

Chapter 255: The Grand Wedding

This wedding not only reduced the people’s taxes for a year, but also, thanks to Shí Yan’s early preparations, ensured that their wedding candies reached the hands of every commoner in Dong Yue.

On this day, the people of Dong Yue, from old to young, were all delighted, everyone tasting this sweetness.

Inside the Phoenix Perch Palace, Shí Yan slowly lifted Jiang Jiuchu’s veil with the scale, revealing the face he had longed for day and night.

The candlelight illuminated Jiang Jiuchu’s captivatingly beautiful face, and their eyes met.

This time, in each other’s eyes, there was no strangeness or inquiry, but tender affection, the only similarity being the flash of amazement.

Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu’s vibrant makeup, specially done for him, his gaze paused, and then he gently asked, “Are you tired?”

Jiang Jiuchu nodded, “A little. Between the sacrifices and accepting the court’s greetings, it’s much more tiring than last time.”

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand to touch the phoenix coronet on her head and said to Shí Yan, “Help me take it off, it’s too heavy.”

While Shí Yan reached out to help Jiang Jiuchu remove the phoenix coronet, he said, “Later, I, your husband, will give you a massage.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jiuchu’s heart tightened instantly. After all, Shí Yan only massaged her when he had thoroughly exhausted her.

She raised her hand to rub her neck, “It’s okay, just my neck is a little sore, it’s not that serious, a good night’s sleep will do.”

Shí Yan’s lips curled up, then he took Jiang Jiuchu’s hand and walked to the table, picking up the nuptial wine and handing it to Jiang Jiuchu.

Looking at Shí Yan’s affectionate expression, Jiang Jiuchu secretly swallowed, feeling like it was the prelude to him transforming into a wolf or a tiger.

She slowly took the wine cup and opened her mouth to break the ambiguous atmosphere: “Why didn’t any female officials or wedding matchmakers come in to say some auspicious words?”

“No need. This is our wedding night, I don’t like others coming in.”

“Besides, we’ve already heard all the blessings and auspicious words like ‘a hundred years of harmony,’ ‘eternal union,’ and ‘may you have children soon’ today. Next, we just need to make them come true.”

As Shí Yan spoke, he raised the wine cup, wrapped it around Jiang Jiuchu’s wrist, and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

Jiang Jiuchu also drank the wine in the cup in one gulp. Just as she put down the wine cup, Shí Yan lifted her up in his arms.

While carrying Jiang Jiuchu towards the large dragon bed, Shí Yan said, “My Empress, we… should consummate our marriage.”

Jiang Jiuchu’s face turned red, and just as she was placed on the dragon bed, something suddenly came to her mind.

She immediately reached out and stopped Shí Yan’s chest from pressing down, “Someone said they would dance for me on our wedding night. An emperor keeps his word, surely you haven’t forgotten?”

Shí Yan paused upon hearing this, truly not expecting that at this time, Jiang Jiuchu would still remember this matter.

He lowered his head and gently pecked Jiang Jiuchu’s red lips, asking, “Are you really not going to let your husband off the hook?”

Jiang Jiuchu shook her head without hesitation, “I’m not. You have to dance.”

Anticipation flashed in her eyes. She wouldn’t let him off, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to see it in the future.

This thought had arisen in her mind the first time she saw the men of Yunqing Pavilion dance. The image of Shí Yan dancing had appeared in her mind, it was her obsession, and she had to see it.

Although Shí Yan didn’t want to dance, he still took the time to go to Yunqing Pavilion wearing a mask for two days to prevent Jiang Jiuchu from relentlessly insisting.

After all, if he danced well, this woman would have a comparison and wouldn’t think about the dances of those men anymore.

He rolled his eyes and looked at Jiang Jiuchu, saying, “If Jiuchu doesn’t let me off the hook, then I won’t let you off the hook later either.”

Jiang Jiuchu’s lips twitched. He had clearly agreed beforehand, and now he was threatening her.

However, she wasn’t stupid. Even if she didn’t let him dance, he wouldn’t necessarily make things easy for her.

“Not letting me off is not letting me off, who’s afraid of who? Anyway, you have to dance.”

“Alright.” Shí Yan helplessly got up from Jiang Jiuchu’s body.

“Wait.” Jiang Jiuchu quickly sat up and tugged at Shí Yan’s wedding attire, and only when the collar was half-open did she wave her hand with satisfaction, “Go ahead.”

Jiang Jiuchu walked to the table, picked up an apple, took a bite, and crossed her legs to look at Shí Yan, gesturing with her eyes that he could start.

Shí Yan rubbed his forehead, never expecting that he would one day be planted in this woman’s hands, and so utterly without limits.

He briefly went through the dance moves in his mind, then took a step forward, spread his hands, and began to move his hips.

Jiang Jiuchu’s action of biting the apple instantly froze, her eyes widening. At this moment, she completely understood Xiao Li’s words, “dancing into her heart.”

Every move of Shí Yan’s dance landed in her heart, suave and unrestrained, making her unable to stop watching.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Shí Yan stopped, walked to the stunned and infatuated Jiang Jiuchu, raised her chin, and smiled, “How is it? Are you satisfied with what you saw?”

Jiang Jiuchu swallowed and nodded repeatedly, “Satisfied, satisfied.”

Shí Yan picked up Jiang Jiuchu and sat her on the round table, his eyes darkening as he said, “Since my wife is satisfied, then next… it’s time for your husband to be satisfied.”

As he spoke, his lips directly kissed Jiang Jiuchu’s red lips. The long-awaited longing exploded at this moment like a flood, and the desire surged out.

Under the swaying red candles, the two of them breathed rapidly, their lips and teeth entangled, and love permeated every corner of the room, as if this longing would not be satisfied until they rubbed each other into their bodies.

On the dragon bed, Shí Yan looked up at Jiang Jiuchu’s flushed face and dazed eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Chuchu, what if I can’t get enough of you in this lifetime?”

Jiang Jiuchu raised her hand and hooked Shí Yan’s neck, “Then it’s going to be difficult. After all, you and I in the next life may not even know each other.”

“So, let’s finish this life first.”

“Okay, let’s finish this life first.” After Shí Yan finished speaking, the desire that had just subsided in his body surged up again. He lowered his head again and kissed Jiang Jiuchu’s lips, the warmth filling the room until dawn.

Two months later

In the Phoenix Perch Palace, the imperial physician withdrew his hand from taking the pulse and smiled, “Congratulations, Your Majesty, the Empress is more than a month pregnant.”

Upon hearing this, Shí Yan’s face lit up with joy, and then he said to Eunuch Chang beside him, “Reward.”

Then, regardless of whether the people present had retreated, he lifted Jiang Jiuchu up in his arms, “Let’s go, your husband will take you to stroll in the imperial garden. I heard that if you’re pregnant, you have to walk around more to give birth quickly.”

The imperial physician, who was putting away the diagnosis kit, and Jiang Jiuchu, both twitched their lips.

Jiang Jiuchu was somewhat speechless, “Your Majesty, walking around more is for when you’re about to give birth, not when you’re just pregnant.”

“Oh, right.” Shí Yan reacted and stopped the imperial physician who was about to leave, asking, “Are there any precautions to take when the Empress is pregnant? For example, are there any foods to avoid, or does she need to maintain a good mood or something?”

Upon hearing this, the imperial physician thought to himself that the Emperor doted on the Empress so much, more than anyone before, how could the Empress be in a bad mood?

But he still said, “What Your Majesty said is true, pregnancy is indeed not suitable for anger. As for foods to avoid, just don’t eat too much cold or chilled food, there are no other special restrictions, everything should be based on the Empress’s preferences.”

As the old imperial physician spoke, looking at the loving Emperor and Empress before him, he suddenly remembered something and quickly added, “That… for the first three months of marital relations…”

He paused, thinking that the Emperor had no other concubines besides the Empress, so he said:

“Marital relations should be moderate. If it is really…, then you should also be careful, gentle, and never disturb the fetus in the womb.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jiuchu was both ashamed and annoyed, thinking that it would be better to directly say that marital relations were not allowed for the first three months. It seemed that even if he was an old imperial physician, he couldn’t change the fact that he was a man.

She directly buried her head in Shí Yan’s arms, not looking at the old imperial physician who was thinking for the Emperor.