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Chapter 941 - 624: A Man Doesn’t Easily Shed Tears, The Newlyweds Enter the Bridal Chamber_3

Chapter 941: Chapter 624: A Man Doesn’t Easily Shed Tears, The Newlyweds Enter the Bridal Chamber_3

Outside the door, the sound of gongs and drums filled the sky, while firecrackers burst in unison.

Qin Xiao, clad in wedding attire, led the procession to the entrance of Hehuan Hall in an orderly manner.

The matron stepped forward to remind, "The auspicious time is here, the bride should get on the bridal sedan now."

Feng Wuyou, hearing the sound of firecrackers, knew the groom had arrived, and jestingly said, "If Qin Xiao saw you like this right now, he’d definitely be enchanted beyond measure."

Chun Xi’s face flushed with embarrassment upon hearing this, then she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Feng Wuyou.

Feng Wuyou placed the red bridal veil over Chun Xi’s head, covering her shy face at the same time.

The matron stepped forward to help Chun Xi into the bridal sedan chair.

Qin Xiao’s eyes were fixed on Chun Xi, dressed in her bridal gown, and even though he couldn’t see her face, he couldn’t look away.

A few days before the wedding, the couple was not allowed to see each other, so naturally he wanted to take a good look at her now.

The spectacle of Qin Xiao and Chun Xi was extremely grand amongst the crowd of servants, with countless people feeling envious behind their backs.

As the chief wedding conductor, Feng Wuyou and Xiao Jinyan were already seated in the Ancestral Hall above, watching the couple step in. With the reminder from the master of ceremonies, they bowed to heaven and earth, to the Ancestral Hall, and then to each other as husband and wife.

The proceedings were lively and smooth, and amidst the noise, Qin Xiao led Chun Xi into the bridal chamber.

Only when the newlyweds entered the bridal chamber did Feng Wuyou start to partake in the feast.

Xiao Jinyan saw this and shook his head helplessly, always remembering to eat no matter the situation.

Feng Wuyou, munching on a chicken leg, said to Xiao Jinyan, "Your Highness, next month we can drink at my brother’s wedding feast, just thinking about it makes me happy."

Xiao Jinyan’s eyes were full of affection, "You, all you know is eating."

But Feng Wuyou retorted, "Your Highness doesn’t understand, the joy of feasting is being able to taste many, many dishes."

Xiao Jinyan was noncommittal.

No sooner had Qin Xiao escorted Chun Xi into the bridal chamber than his brothers dragged him out to drink before he could even say a few words.

They were brothers who had been through life and death together, and with Qin Xiao overjoyed, he cast aside all caution when drinking.

A few rounds later, Qin Xiao was somewhat drunk.

Weichi saw his brother could hardly stand and knew they had drunk enough. Seeing that they were still toasting, he shouted to make himself heard.

"Enough, enough, Qin Xiao has to consummate his marriage tonight. As they say, ’a moment of spring night is worth a thousand taels of gold.’ Brothers, we must not ruin his good fortune."

"Weichi brother is right. If he passes out drunk, how will Brother Qin enter the bridal chamber? Right, brothers?"

"Then we can only let Brother Qin off the hook."

Qin Xiao had been wanting to head back to the room early, but his brothers were all in high spirits tonight, relentlessly urging him to drink, and it was hard for him to refuse.

It was fortunate that Weichi spoke up for him.

Qin Xiao clapped Weichi on the shoulder gratefully, "Thanks, brother. Next time you get married, I’ll help you out too."

After speaking, Qin Xiao hurried toward the room, unable to wait any longer.

Weichi, holding a cup of wine, thought of Lu Zhaoyan’s words, and his previously smiling face now wore an expression of distress.

He wouldn’t get that chance.

Weichi raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp, setting it down just in time to see Lu Zhaoyan at a neighboring table, also drinking. Weichi felt his worries deepen.

If Lu Zhaoyan had spoken up earlier, Weichi wouldn’t have felt inadequate for so long, almost sinking into depression.

The more Weichi thought about it, the less pleased he felt, glancing at the wine jug on the table before picking it up and walking over.

"Master Lu."

Lu Zhaoyan looked up, saw Weichi, and greeted him with a smile, "Brother Weichi."

Weichi, holding the wine jug, filled Lu Zhaoyan’s cup to the brim, a move that frightened Lu Zhaoyan a bit.

"Brother Weichi, what is this?"

"Drinking," Weichi, feeling dissatisfied, wanted to make Lu Zhaoyan drink to relieve his own frustration.

Lu Zhaoyan, recalling Weichi’s strange behavior in the previous days, wondered if he was still angry?

He drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, tipping the cup upside down to show it was empty, signaling he had finished it.

But Weichi poured him another full cup, "Keep drinking."

Lu Zhaoyan: "..." Was this revenge?

After being forced by Weichi to drink three cups, and seeing Weichi raise the jug to pour again, Lu Zhaoyan couldn’t help but grab Weichi’s hand.

"Brother Weichi, if I drink any more, I’ll be drunk."

"If you’re drunk, I’ll carry you back," replied Weichi, a man of arms, while Lu Zhaoyan was a frail scholar who could hardly stop him.

With a full cup of wine and seeing Weichi’s determined look, it seemed he had no choice but to drink.

Qin Xiao reached his room’s door, pushed it open without waiting, and upon seeing the beautiful bride seated on the bed, he staggered inside and closed the door tightly behind him, fearing his brothers might come to disturb the bridal chamber.

Chun Xi, hearing the door open, felt nervous and mostly shy, her heart fluttering like a startled deer as she listened to the steady footsteps approaching.

As Chun Xi’s nervousness and shyness peaked, the big red bridal veil was lifted by Qin Xiao, revealing her to the sight of Qin Xiao in his wedding attire.

Qin Xiao was a warrior, tall and well-built, with a skin tone neither pale nor dark, and his looks were incredibly handsome.

After just one glance, Chun Xi’s face turned crimson, perhaps thinking of what was to come.