Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Wu Mi hadn't finished speaking when the two close maidservants, a little anxious, hurriedly said, "Young Master, Young Master, after lifting the bride's red veil, the first thing to do is to drink the nuptial cup."

The masters have their wedding night; the role of the close maidservants is to ensure that everything proceeds smoothly without any mistakes, then attend to the new bride and groom in the bridal chamber. If the groom runs out of strength, they are also expected to help. If the bride can't endure the favor, they are expected to step in as well...

As they spoke, the maidservants carried over a tray from the second entrance, upon which lay the drinking vessel, and came over.

Chen Mo glanced at the tray, took one of the cups, handed it to Wu Mi, and picked up another one himself, saying, "Wu Mi, do you mind if I call you Mi'Er from now on?"

"As you wish, husband," Wu Mi replied softly.

Chen Mo proactively intertwined his arm with Wu Mi's, then said, "Mi'Er, it's said that ten years of cultivation earns you the opportunity to cross the river in the same boat, and a hundred years allows you to share the same pillow; let us drink this cup together."

A stir rose in Wu Mi's heart. Since their betrothal, Wu Mi had made an effort to learn more about Chen Mo, discovering that his background was not favorable; for three generations, his family had been impoverished, barely recognizing any words. However, Chen Mo's archery display earlier that day led Wu Mi to think he might be physically adept but lacking in other respects. Yet, hearing his words now, there was a touch of eloquence...

For a husband with whom she hoped to share a lifetime, Wu Mi naturally wished for him to be outstanding in every way.

Wu Mi's face, as red as a peony, lips slightly parted, said, "Husband."

The two drank the nuptial cup, placed the cups back. The two close maidservants exchanged a glance, each reading in the other's eyes a hint of bashful joy, and said in unison, "May you, Young Master and Miss, enjoy a hundred years of happiness together and have children early."

Saying this, one went to set down the tray, while the other stepped forward to help Wu Mi remove her phoenix crown, jewelry, and red dress.

After removing these, she brought over a white handkerchief, spread it on the bed, and, with a shy expression, said, "Young Master, Miss, please call upon us should you need anything."

With that, she let down the red curtain outside the five-part bed.

Though they were close maidservants and might accompany the chamber in the future, they could not directly watch the masters during their activities.

After completing these tasks, she retreated to the second entrance, extinguishing a few of the candles in the bridal chamber.

The candlelight cast upon the red curtain created a romantic hue inside the bed.

The reduced space caused Wu Mi, initially somewhat composed, to breathe a bit faster; her gaze did not avoid but her face reddened slightly.

Chen Mo chuckled lightly and said, "Mi'Er, it's late, time to rest."

"Mm." Wu Mi's eyelashes fluttered, she removed her embroidered shoes and silk socks, neatly arranged them, got into bed, smoothed the bedding, and lay down quietly, placing the once-laid white cloth under herself, everything prepared, but her small hands still expressed her inner nervousness.

Not yet fully understanding Wu Mi's character, Chen Mo refrained from teasing her, following traditional steps to complete their wedding night.

He straddled Wu Mi and skillfully began undoing her collar.

Wu Mi exerted herself to suppress the shyness within her, but finally, her gaze wavered, although shortly after she stubbornly lifted her head to meet Chen Mo's eyes, yet her hands did not know where to hide.

Soon, a full moon rippled and opened.

If forced to rank, Han Anniang, Ning Wan, Xia Zhiqing, Wu Mi...

Wu Mi's sandalwood lips involuntarily emitted a soft moan, for Chen Mo had already...

The hands that had nowhere to hide slightly lifted, as if wanting to stop Chen Mo, but soon lowered again, lightly biting her cherry lip, lowering her curved lashes.

"What's wrong, is it...?" Chen Mo, somewhat enthralled, felt a different kind of pleasure.

That feeling did not resemble flesh, but cotton, incredibly gentle.

"No...," Wu Mi didn't know how to describe the feeling at the moment, merely that her body felt tingling and numb, strength slowly ebbing away, as though her body wasn't her own.

"Mi'Er..." Chen Mo softly called out.

"Husband... mm~"

Wu Mi had just clenched the bedsheet to resist the strange feeling over her body, when she saw the young man before her leaning in, a warm and moist breath nearing her lips.

Wu Mi quivered, an unprecedented feeling surged within her, her eyes widened, her breathing became clearer.

Chen Mo blocked all of Wu Mi's words unspoken, and his hands were not idle...

"Shh..."

Wu Mi could no longer maintain an emotionless state of mind, although her bravery and acceptance were greater than ordinary women, being well-versed in medical skills from a young age, she was nevertheless a maiden inexperienced in conjugal matters, unable to withstand for long, her body soon succumbed...

After a moment of kissing, Wu Mi noticed Chen Mo's breath getting heavier, moving from her lips to kissing her neck, while his hand grasped her wrist, pressing it to either side of her head, appearing like a bandit entering the city intending to defile a virtuous maiden.

The most critical point...

In such circumstances, Wu Mi felt as though she inadvertently witnessed her second aunt feeding her child before.

Although she didn't know if consummating the marriage required this, seeing Chen Mo so skillful, she feared this step was necessary in such matters.

Thus, she couldn't interrupt Chen Mo's pleasure, only concealing her mouth with her hand, barely stopping herself from thinking about random things.

Chen Mo, witnessing this, felt a satisfaction akin to a gentle breeze blowing on his face, ceasing his mischief, holding the now softened Wu Mi, his hands moving down to her abdomen, ready to feast.

But Wu Mi, remembering something, suddenly propped up against Chen Mo's chest, one hand reaching under the pillow, retrieving a white jade porcelain bottle.

"What's wrong?" Chen Mo inquired, gently stroking Wu Mi's blushing cheeks.

Wu Mi took a pill from the white jade porcelain bottle and handed it to Chen Mo.

"What is this?" Chen Mo asked, slightly taken aback as he accepted the dragon-eye-sized brown pill.

"I... concocted this Yellow Dragon Pill after studying medical books; it enhances enthusiasm and strengthens the foundation, and can also increase the chance of conception." Wu Mi said clearly, albeit with a slight coyness in her voice.

Chen Mo: "..."

He knew Wu Mi had studied medical skills from a young age under a renowned physician, but caution was necessary. Though it was their wedding night, without thoroughly understanding Wu Mi, he dared not ingest any unfamiliar substance.

He set the pill aside.

Wu Mi looked puzzled.

"I don't need this."

After speaking, Chen Mo said no more, moved back towards her rosy lips, continued comforting, simultaneously applying his hand on her lower back, guiding slowly.

Seeing this, Wu Mi said no more either, following the feeling, not resisting Chen Mo's touch, resulting in Chen Mo gradually making a home inside...

The white cloth under Wu Mi soon embroidered a red plum blossom.

At the second entrance, the two close maidservants blushed deeply.

...

The night deepened, reaching midnight.

In the bridal chamber, the candles that had been extinguished were relit, the red curtain drawn back, and the two close maidservants, holding wrung-out wet towels, helped the couple wipe down, their faces reddening and heating up.

Wu Mi's jade-like face was as hot as fire, her beautiful eyes under willow-leaf brows fluttered, nestled in Chen Mo's arms, then amidst her body's soft resonance opened her eyes, her cheeks taking a moist color from the recent nourishment.

After the maidservants finished wiping and retreated, she took out the red cord long prepared wrapped in her hair, placing it on Chen Mo's right wrist, whispering:

"May today's red cord bind us, pearls and jades fit perfectly. May future years bring us gray hair, cinnamon fragrance, orchid grace. This is the testament."

Saying this, she clasped Chen Mo's hand adorned with the red cord, fingers interlocking.

Chen Mo, still engrossed in the previous atmosphere, truly understood what was meant by being devoured to the bone and soul, winding and intricate, even with his steadfast nature, he couldn't help but indulge, until the girl called him again, bringing him to his senses.

Chen Mo, wearing a smile, raised the hand holding Wu Mi's, softly saying, "Holding your hand, growing old together with you."

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