Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Outside the hall.

The air was somewhat silent, and everyone was stunned.

Even the bystanders noticed the awkwardness on Wu Changlin's face.

Their gaze shifted to Chen Mo, seeing the young man's eyes like lightning, standing as straight as a pine, calm and composed like a towering mountain, full of majesty.

The moment they made eye contact with Chen Mo, they quickly averted their gaze.

Listening to the young man's modest words, Wu Changlin felt as if he was being mocked, his face dark with embarrassment.

Ultimately, it was Wu Yanqing who broke the quiet atmosphere, clapping his hands and exclaiming, "Good!"

"The young marquis truly is a heroic youth; when compared to you, Changlin is slightly inferior."

While speaking, Wu Yanqing looked at Wu Changlin and lightly scolded him, "I told you not to show off about Copper Eye Piercing Arrow, now you see there are always people better than oneself out there."

Wu Changlin remained silent, his face somber.

And on such a joyous day, Chen Mo ended it there, returning the bow and arrow to Wu Yanqing.

But Wu Yanqing did not accept it; instead, he said, "A treasured bow should go with a hero. I am old, and if it stays with me, it might never see the light of day again. Rather than hiding it away, it should show its prowess on the battlefield. Today, I bestow it upon you, young marquis."

"I cannot accept it, this is my father-in-law's treasured bow. As the younger generation, how can I take it?" Chen Mo declined.

But Wu Yanqing insisted, and after several refusals, Chen Mo finally accepted it, and Sun Meng took it away.

...

"Miss, miss, the groom seems to have won, he defeated the young clan leader, the groom is truly impressive," Wu Mi's personal maid said excitedly.

Even though she couldn't see clearly, she could still discern who won and who lost.

Wu Mi's heart trembled slightly; she was no ordinary person. As a seventh-grade martial artist, she could clearly see Chen Mo's few arrows just now.

After all, Chen Mo was the man she would spend her life with in the future. At this moment, as her man displayed his prowess in front of everyone, Wu Mi, though not showing it, felt a little different in her heart.

Wu Mi gently nodded.

But in a second, her personal maid beside her became a bit anxious and urged, "Miss, miss, quickly go back, the groom is coming over."

Just then, Chen Mo was walking toward the bridal chamber.

...

"Welcome the bride."

As the "master of ceremonies" on Chen Mo's side shouted, suddenly people milled around, and with the phoenix crown and wedding dress, the bride, wearing a red veil, was supported by two personal maids as she stepped over the threshold.

Crossing over the fire stove, as Wu Mi got onto the sedan, the wedding procession reached its end.

"The bride is seated, lift the sedan." With a long call, the bride sat steadily in the floral sedan. The bearers, played by the personal soldiers from the Personal Guard Battalion, lifted the floral sedan amidst the festive music. Chen Mo, with a calm expression, mounted his horse, took the reins, and with a gentle wave, led the wedding procession towards the ancestral home under the guidance of the Wu Clan.

Leaving the Wu Mansion, the streets were filled with onlookers, and Sun Meng led the personal soldiers in scattering wedding money.

Amidst the sound of suona, the bridal sedan stopped in front of the Wu ancestral home.

Wu Mi was led by Wu Yanqing to the ancestral hall to offer incense.

After the incense was offered, the auspicious time arrived.

The wedding ceremony of the noble families was so elaborate that even Chen Mo found it somewhat unbearable.

Before the formal rituals, the "master of ceremonies" had to recite congratulatory words, recounting the history of the Wu Family and illustrious ancestors.

The lengthy speech lasted nearly half an hour before it concluded.

Then came the formal rituals, and after much hustle and bustle, it was already afternoon.

Following that, the bride returned to the Wu Mansion's bridal chamber in the floral sedan.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo was at the Wu ancestral home entertaining guests.

Glasses clinked, and social niceties ensued.

The wedding feast lasted long, until nightfall, when Chen Mo finally extricated himself, riding back to the Wu Mansion, ready for the wedding night.

Chen Mo felt for the first time that marriage was so exhausting, with some steps clearly unnecessary but still insisted upon.

Yet Chen Mo didn't let his guard down, instructing Sun Meng to have the Personal Guard Battalion watch over the Wu Mansion, with orders to ignite a pottery bomb at any unusual movement as a signal.

After arranging everything, Chen Mo confidently entered the Wu Mansion to complete the final step of the wedding ceremony.

...

At the same time, within the bridal chamber.

On a high square table, beneath the double happiness character, two red candles burned brightly, shedding a rosy glow.

Behind the large red hollow-cut screen, Wu Mi, in a fiery red gown adorned with phoenix and peacock embroidery, complete with a phoenix crown and wedding dress, wore a red veil. She sat upright on the magnificently decorated Thousand-worker Canopy Bed.

For some reason, from the morning's bathing and dressing to the afternoon's rituals, Wu Mi remained calm, not feeling nervous or worried at all.

However, as time progressed and night fell, Wu Mi unexpectedly became a bit nervous and anxious, even with a hint of subtle anticipation.

Wu Mi's Thousand-worker Canopy Bed was five-tiered, with flooring and door railings underneath, forming a feeling of "a bed within a bed, a canopy within a canopy."

The first and second tiers were places for antique paintings and calligraphy; presently, they held part of Wu Mi's dowry and stools for the personal maids to sit.

The third tier's shelves held books.

The fourth tier served as a dressing area.

The fifth tier was the bed for sleeping.

As Chen Mo entered the bridal chamber, seeing the five-tier canopy bed at first glance, he immediately felt what true nobility was.

Even at Liang Xue's place in Yu State, Chen Mo hadn't intensified like this.

"Groom."

"Groom."

The two personal maids, glancing around, first saw Chen Mo and quickly rose to greet him.

After the salutations, the two maids came to Chen Mo's side, one on each side, helping him remove the large red flower from his chest and the outermost red robe.

Having experienced wedding nights many times, Chen Mo didn't feel the least restrained, directly heading inside, picking up the golden balance rod resting on the fourth tier, and coming before Wu Mi, he said, "My lady, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," and then he lifted the red veil from Wu Mi's head.

Underneath the radiant golden phoenix crown, a face of national beauty and elegance, graceful and bright, appeared before Chen Mo's eyes.

With delicate arched eyebrows, bright eyes, and white teeth, a jade nose resembling white jade in luster, her cherry lips painted in rose-red rouge, her neck slender and white, adorned with a pearl necklace that glistened brilliantly...

Chen Mo paused slightly, a trace of surprise in his eyes.

This blind reveal brought him a great surprise.

Gazed upon by Chen Mo, Wu Mi's maiden heart instinctively trembled, her flawless cheeks lightly flushed; yet unlike Yi Shiyin, Liang Xue, and others who would shyly avert or lower their gaze, Wu Mi neither dodged nor hid, instead meeting Chen Mo's gaze and softly uttered, "Husband..."

Her melodious voice, as an oriole or transformed to jewels and pearls.

Chen Mo, naturally familiar, sat beside Wu Mi, then skillfully lifted her delicate and fair hand, feeling its fine texture, as smooth and tender as mutton fat jade, with slender fingers longer and more beautiful than any woman he had seen, he softly said, "Are you hungry? I'll get you some snacks to tide you over."