Was it you that night?
Chapter 116 - 114: Wedding Night

Chapter 116: Chapter 114: Wedding Night

"This seems like the proper wedding ceremony," Dongfang Wuya observed the wine on the table and carefully recalled the matrimonial process he had seen among the commoners, "Should we also drink the joint-cups wine?"

There was no response from behind him. He turned his head to look at Shen Qinghe.

The bride was sitting quietly on the bed, staring blankly at his back. She appeared somewhat dull and not particularly bright.

"Do you really want to drink the joint-cups wine? Very well, I’ll fulfill this wish of yours," Dongfang Wuya said as he picked up the wine and walked over to Shen Qinghe, handing her a cup.

Shen Qinghe simply stared at him, her expression a little off.

"Still thinking about Yan Changsheng?" Dongfang Wuya forced the cup of wine into Shen Qinghe’s hands.

If it weren’t for helping her break through the Illusory Realm as soon as possible, why would he indulge in this matrimonial play with her?

Shen Qinghe shook her head silently, staring at the cup in her hands.

Seeing her pitiful look, Dongfang Wuya felt he had been too stern and softened his tone, "So you wish to drink this cup of joint-cups wine with me. Rest assured, I will fulfill all your desires."

Although it was also his first time participating in a wedding ceremony and entering the bridal chamber, he was sure the procedure couldn’t be wrong.

"That..." Shen Qinghe just opened her mouth when Dongfang Wuya, holding the cup of wine, wrapped his arm around hers.

He was poised to drink the joint-cups wine with her!

Shen Qinghe actually wanted to tell Dongfang Wuya that just after their matrimonial bows and as they were about to enter the bridal chamber, she suddenly heard Yan Changsheng calling her name.

It was in the instant she turned her head, her eyes meeting Yan Changsheng’s blood-red pupils, that her memory surged like a floodgate opening. She abruptly recalled everything that happened after Yan Changsheng brought Nan Sheng back to the Sky Pole Sect.

Including the scene where Yan Changsheng led Nan Sheng back to the Sky Pole Sect, as well as the sight of Shen Zhuo being wounded by Yan Changsheng.

In that moment, she knew she was in an Illusory Realm.

If it hadn’t been for Qu Nian capturing her, she wouldn’t have known that she unwittingly developed a Heart Demon.

She seemed open-minded on the surface, but in reality, she was still concerned about her father being implicated by her and lying in a coma because of her. It was precisely her Heart Demon that provided Qu Nian with the opportunity to pull her into the Illusory Realm.

But what she couldn’t understand was, even though she had remembered her true identity, why hadn’t the Illusory Realm shattered? What was going on?

Looking at Dongfang Wuya’s high, noble nose bridge right in front of her, she felt it was too fantastical. Under these circumstances, should she tell Dongfang Wuya that she knew her true identity?

The man’s face was close to hers, his peach-blossom eyes slightly closed. His long, curly eyelashes were raven black, casting a long shadow.

She was staring in a daze when Dongfang Wuya gently lifted his deep-set eyelids and met her gaze.

His eyes, full of spring’s allure, were irresistibly enticing.

When he focused on someone, his dark eyes had an inexplicable depth, as if scratching an itch in one’s heart.

She uncomfortably averted her gaze and hurriedly poured the wine into her mouth. She choked badly because she drank too quickly.

Dongfang Wuya drained his cup in one gulp and then gently patted her back, "To choke on just a sip of wine, you’re quite something."

Shen Qinghe barely recovered, instinctively moving farther away from Dongfang Wuya. Otherwise, once out of the Illusory Realm, he would blame her for harboring designs on him.

Dongfang Wuya had been patting Shen Qinghe’s back, but when the woman moved away, his hand awkwardly paused in midair.

It had to be said, this woman’s response was not pleasing.

Shen Qinghe didn’t hold her liquor well, and with one cup her face turned rosy. Her beautiful eyes appeared as if brimming with spring water, and her gaze was full of emotion when she looked at someone.

Dongfang Wuya, uncomfortable with her captivating eyes that seemed capable of speech, chided, "Shen Qinghe, behave yourself!"

Although Shen Qinghe did not understand what was improper about her behavior, she sat up straight nonetheless.

She did not wish to be alone with Dongfang Wuya in a room, "There are still guests to attend to outside, why don’t you go out?"

It would save them both from the awkwardness of sitting together.

It would also give her the chance to think about how to honestly tell Dongfang Wuya that she already knew that this place was an Illusory Realm.

Dongfang Wuya did not want to be alone with Shen Qinghe in the bridal chamber decorated with happiness characters either. Although Shen Qinghe was unaware of the truth, he remembered that this was an Illusory Realm.

The two of them, dressed in wedding attire, felt uncomfortable sitting together in the bridal room as a solitary man and a widow.

But at the wedding feast, the moment people saw him, the groom, they all gathered around to offer him drinks. Under normal circumstances, he could drink any amount of alcohol without issue, given his high Cultivation Base, capable of easily dispelling such poisonous substances.

Yet, overwhelmed by so many people this time, he felt dizzy and blurred in vision after only a few drinks.

Little Black knew that his master had drunk too much, but he was unsure whether or not to sober him up.

Previously, Xiao Bai had secretly told him that his master had special feelings for Fairy Qinghe and that it would be a good thing if the two could be together.

Although his master was unwilling to admit that Fairy Qinghe held a special place in his heart, today, for her sake, he had willingly entered the Illusory Realm and agreed to marry her.

With this in mind, why not take the opportunity to let his master have a happy ending with Fairy Qinghe?

Little Black assumed that bringing a drunken Dongfang Wuya to the bridal chamber was mission accomplished, leaving only Shen Qinghe to worry about the man on the bed.

The man in black just now must have been one of Dongfang Wuya’s puppets, right?

While Shen Qinghe zoned out watching the inebriated Dongfang Wuya, he suddenly sat up and stared straight at her.

Since Dongfang Wuya was her lifesaver, who had helped her on numerous occasions and provided her with countless Spirit Pills, she profoundly respected him from the bottom of her heart.

Now, being stared at like this by him made her feel exceedingly uncomfortable.

"Do you have any orders, Mr. Wuya?" Shen Qinghe’s heart raced as Dongfang Wuya looked at her, blushing.

His peach blossom eyes were too inviting, a layer of mist in them from the alcohol, giving off an indescribable hint of spring yearning, a shade more than usual.

Dongfang Wuya beckoned her, "Come here."

Shen Qinghe approached as he had instructed, but Dongfang Wuya suddenly grasped her waist, his large hand squeezing gently as he murmured endearments, "So petite."

Shen Qinghe’s expression became a bit stiff. She knew that Dongfang Wuya had drunk too much and was not fully conscious, so his actions were purely out of curiosity.

Reassuring herself with this thought, she kept a straight face as she grabbed his hand and tried to move it away with some force.

But he quickly pulled her onto his lap and situated her there. Her complexion shifted slightly, and as she tried to rise, he suddenly touched her mouth, "This too is small."

Back in the Snow Bone City Illusory Realm, Shen Qinghe knew that the one who had coerced and enticed her was the Wuya Sword, not Dongfang Wuya himself.

But the man who was now touching her was undeniably Dongfang Wuya himself.

Despite his drunkenness, he shouldn’t be making such intimate gestures towards her.

Dongfang Wuya, as if finding a fascinating toy, touched Shen Qinghe’s small mouth and then her pert, upturned nose, commenting, "The nose is also very small."

As he seemed about to touch her eyes next, Shen Qinghe firmly grabbed his wrist and said sternly, "You’ve had too much to drink; you should settle down for the night."