Chapter 782 - Chapter 782: I’m Not in a Rush to Get In Bed

Chapter 782: I’m Not in a Rush to Get In Bed

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

This grand wedding was recorded in the annals of the Great Cheng Dynasty.

It caused an unprecedented sensation and shocked future generations.

Worshipping the heavens, entering the ancestral hall, praying to the gods, every ceremony unfolded under the gaze of all.

The people paid their respects with dignity and solemnity.

In the evening, Su Yingxue was led into the Ninth Prince’s Mansion.

With a veil over her head, all Su Yingxue could see were the red carpet and petals beneath her feet. The noise around her was incessant, but being deprived of sight for a whole day felt unpleasant.

She couldn’t help but want to take another glance outside. In the end, she lost her balance and almost fell!

“Be careful!”

A deep, powerful voice reached her ears. Su Yingxue’s hand was held by him, and she stood firmly.

Chu Yihan’s hand emanated a reassuring warmth, calming Su Yingxue’s drifting thoughts. She blinked and murmured, “Your Highness!”

By protocol, he could only hold her hand with a red silk.

She hadn’t even been able to see his face for the entire day, and now, he had finally held her hand. Su Yingxue was relieved.

Su Yingxue’s heart raced. “Your Highness, how much longer?”

“What?”

“How much longer until it’s over and we can retire to the bridal chamber?”

After a day of weariness and soreness, she longed for relief.

Chu Yihan’s low chuckle filled the air. “Are you that eager?”

“Huh?”

Su Yingxue’s mind was still foggy. “Is it urgent?”

She was truly exhausted and just wanted to rest!

“Don’t rush, I’ll have the master of ceremonies expedite things.”

In Chu Yihan’s subdued voice, there was a hint of teasing laughter.

As he let go of her hand, and the cold wind hit her when Su Yingxue was holding the red silk, she suddenly realized and exclaimed loudly, “Your Highness, I’m not in a hurry for intimacy!”

She wanted to rest!

Unfortunately, her outburst was heard by Chu Yihan and those around her.

The atmosphere froze.

Su Han blushed, pulling at her sleeve. “Yingxue, show some decorum!”

Su Miaoyan stifled her laughter. “Sister, it’s not even dark yet!”

“Auntie, you and Imperial Uncle will have plenty of time. No need to rush!” Chu Jinling muttered.

“Can’t she be anxious? You guys are too naive!” Saint Ruan’s words were cheeky.

Su Yingxue’s face turned crimson.

What did she just say?

Shan Bao’s roar silenced the room. It circled Su Yingxue protectively.

Those who had been laughing earlier were now petrified.

Su Yingxue’s lips curled into a smile as she reached out from under her veil and gently stroked Shan Bao’s head as it nudged in.

Shan Bao glanced at her, its eyes proud and disdainful.

Yet, it walked with steady steps, guarding Su Yingxue to the wedding hall, and there was no laughter to be heard again.

Shan Bao resolved to protect her for the rest of her life.

Chu Yihan led Su Yingxue to the wedding hall, where the master of ceremonies began calling out loudly.

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Inside, portraits of the late emperor and Consort Shu were displayed.

They appeared loving and harmonious, even in the paintings, evoking envy.

Chu Yihan removed the red silk and held Su Yingxue’s hand, whispering in her ear, “After this ceremony, you’ll be my rightful wife.”

Though Su Yingxue couldn’t see, she could feel the warmth of his palm and the pulsing of his heartbeat.

She shyly replied, “Yes.”