He followed his memories to the backyard, where a big red double happiness character was posted outside the bridal chamber. Two young maids stood by the door as Shuai Chang said, “Go rest; you don’t need to wait here.”
“Yes, Alliance Master,” the maids replied with a bow before retreating.
Shuai Chang pushed the door open and, at first glance, saw a thick red dragon and phoenix candle in the center. To the left stood the Four Gentlemen screen of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, while to the right was a screen depicting a beauty coming out of the bath.
He turned past the Four Gentlemen screen and saw a person sitting on the red wedding bed, her head covered with a red veil, dressed in layers of bridal robes embroidered with dragons and phoenixes.
His heart warmed, and he walked over to gently lift the veil. The bride raised her head, her skin pale as snow and lips red as rubies, with her eyes, slightly reddened with rouge, looking at him with pure affection, as clear as ice and snow.
“Lan’er,” Shuai Chang softly called her name.
Lan’er revealed a pure smile, “Brother Qingya.”
“That’s not right. What should you call me after we get married?”
With a blush, Lan’er shyly said, “Husband.”
Shuai Chang nodded in satisfaction and sat down beside Lan’er, softly saying, “Then I will call you Lan’er, my wife.”
System Notification: “Ding! Chun Yu Lan’s heart-fluttering index reaches ten stars!”
Shuai Chang’s current identity was the martial arts alliance master, Fu Qingya, and today was his wedding day with Chun Yu Lan.
Chun Yu Lan’s public persona was that of a lonely girl rescued by Fu Qingya, who had vowed to repay her benefactor by dedicating her life. After the news spread, she became highly praised by knights all across the jianghu, as her beauty was legendary, and people spoke of her, gradually giving her the title of the most beautiful woman in jianghu.
The union of the alliance master and the first beauty of the jianghu was deemed a match made in heaven.
Except for Fu Qingya, no one knew that Chun Yu Lan was actually the legendary leader of the demonic cult, Yun Lan.
Half a year ago, under the suggestion of Fu Qingya, righteous faction members gathered at Qingxia Village, attempting to take down the demonic cult members occupying the area.
Fu Qingya learned from an informant within the cult that the cult leader, Yun Lan, was retreating with the old and weak from the back mountain, while he himself went to confront them. In the ensuing battle, Yun Lan fought fiercely for the sake of the old and weak but ultimately fainted from Fu Qingya’s overwhelming internal power.
Just as Fu Qingya was about to eliminate him, Yun Lan’s mask shattered, revealing his stunningly beautiful face. Fu Qingya’s hand froze mid-strike, holding his sword.
The cult leader always wore a mask when appearing in public, and no one knew his true appearance; if he were to bring him back…
Fu Qingya took a pill from a small porcelain bottle and placed it in Yun Lan’s mouth, helping him swallow it.
This was a kind of insect sent to him by the Miaojiang witch, Ning Fei’er, as a token of gratitude for saving her life. The insect would make the host forget all past memories, and Fu Qingya found it incredibly miraculous, carrying it with him until now when it became useful.
He brought back the amnesiac Yun Lan, giving him the name Chun Yu Lan, and personally taught him, building up his reputation as the most beautiful woman of the jianghu.
With Fu Qingya’s deliberate guidance, Chun Yu Lan, seeing him every day, easily fell in love with the elegant and amiable martial arts alliance master, Fu Qingya.
Having achieved his goal, Fu Qingya sent out invitations to announce his marriage with Chun Yu Lan for that very day.
If Shuai Chang had not entered Fu Qingya’s body, Fu Qingya would have treated Chun Yu Lan as a tool for gathering experts. Chun Yu Lan, with no recollection of her martial arts and completely trusting Fu Qingya, would have been tricked into drinking spring wine, toyed with by countless people, and eventually driven to despair and hung herself from the beam.
Shuai Chang helped Chun Yu Lan remove her heavy garments, asking, “Are you uncomfortable wearing this?”
“No, I’m very happy,” Chun Yu Lan replied, shaking her head.
Shuai Chang set aside the outer robe and said, “Lan’er, I love you deeply and want to marry you, which is why I selfishly let you disguise yourself as a woman. You wouldn’t resent me for that, would you?”
“How could I?!” Chun Yu Lan responded anxiously, “Lan’er also wants to marry you, husband. You said that people in the jianghu cannot engage in same-sex relationships; I’m willing to do anything to marry you, even if it means pretending to be a woman!”
Chun Yu Lan’s dark eyes glistened with unshed tears, and Shuai Chang hurriedly pulled him into his embrace, comforting him, “Your husband understands; our hearts are the same.”
“Then, shall we rest?” Shuai Chang tentatively asked.
Chun Yu Lan innocently inquired, “Is it time to sleep and have a baby?”
“No baby, let’s do something that will make you happy, shall we?” Shuai Chang said, pulling out a manual prepared by Fu Qingya, titled “The Seventy-Two Positions of Bliss.” “This is my first time too; let’s learn together.”
Chun Yu Lan’s eyes widened as he leaned in to look, “How can it be like this?!” His face burned as he covered it with his hands, exclaiming, “This is so strange.”
“It’s not strange; it’s a joyous thing,” Shuai Chang kissed Chun Yu Lan’s ear, which was flushed with red. “This is something every couple should do together. Don’t you want to do this with me?”
Chun Yu Lan shook his head, hesitating before finally moving his hands away and looking shyly at Fu Qingya, “… Lan’er wants to do it with Brother Qingya.”
“Good, Lan’er,” Shuai Chang pressed a gentle kiss on Chun Yu Lan’s eyes. “Let’s start with the simplest one, and we’ll gradually learn the other seventy-one; we’ll eventually try them all.”
Shuai Chang helped Chun Yu Lan lie down on the bed together.
Shuai Chang: “System, give me the divine-level runhuaye.”
System: “Coming right up.”
A porcelain bottle fell into Shuai Chang’s hands.
The bed shook with passion throughout the night.
When morning came, Shuai Chang tightly held Chun Yu Lan in his arms, and the sunlight streamed through the stained-glass window. Looking down, he saw the blue and purple marks on Chun Yu Lan’s skin.
He had been somewhat overzealous last night, allowing his excitement to get the best of him. It was Chun Yu Lan’s first time; with the aid of the divine-level runhuaye, he had taken him five times before finally stopping.
Chun Yu Lan sobbed softly, urging him to stop, which only excited Shuai Chang more, like a reckless youth in his twenties, completely lacking self-restraint.
After checking Chun Yu Lan for any excessive strain, he noticed only some redness; probing a bit yielded nothing but some uncoagulated fluids, with no traces of blood.
Feeling relieved, Shuai Chang dressed and stepped outside. Two young maids who had been waiting outside instantly bowed upon seeing him.
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