Red candles, incense burner, bead curtain half drawn.

Wedding bed, festive window, only the beauty, not yet adorned...

Inside the main room.

The lights were on, yet it was unusually quiet.

Zhao Rong returned with a pair of embroidered shoes in hand.

He immediately sensed something was off with the atmosphere inside the room.

He looked up.

The two girls on the bed were buried entirely in the big red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks.

The quilt was puffed up into two big lumps.

Not moving at all.

Zhao Rong walked straight to the bedside and put down the pair of embroidered shoes.

"Alright."

He looked up.

But Qing Jun on the bed showed no intention of getting down to put on her shoes.

Zhao Rong did not ask much, turned his head, and directly patted the 'little butt' that was raised up under the quilt.

"It's getting late, Qian'er, you should go back to your room to sleep. I got your shoes, hurry back and don't catch a cold. Even if your constitution can handle it, it's uncomfortable if the chill gets into your body."

The girl on the bed wiggled her little butt like a lazy worm, without saying a word.

As if she was clinging to the bed.

Zhao Rong patted her little butt again, shook his head, and said:

"Get up quickly, go back together."

"I... I'm not going back, I didn't say I wanted to go back just now." A soft voice came from under the covers, little Qian'er's voice was delicate: "Brother Rong'er, Brother Rong'er, can Qian'er sleep with you?"

"..."

"Can I?"

"No."

Zhao Rong still shook his head.

Qing Jun had just gotten angry and insisted on going back to her room to sleep. If he also kept little Qian'er, though Qing Jun wouldn't say anything, she'd likely be jealous by tomorrow morning.

He reached out to lift the corner of the quilt.

But little Qian'er was quick and pulled the quilt over her, shrinking further into the bed.

Zhao Rong bent over to touch her head, his tone helpless:

"Stop messing around."

Little Qian'er muttered softly: "I'm not leaving, not leaving, I want to sleep on the wedding bed with you. Qian'er hasn't slept on a wedding bed yet, the red quilt and sheets are so beautiful... Hehe, these mandarin ducks are better embroidered than Miss's."

Zhao Lingfei: "???"

He immediately put on a stern face: "What are you talking about? Qing Jun's duck is not right... the mandarin ducks are also nice."

"Hmph, you slipped and said duck, how good looking can a fat duck be?"

Zhao Rong: "......"

Very hard to refute.

Just when he was at a loss for words, the always quiet Zhao Lingfei suddenly extended her foot and kicked the bundled up little Qian'er.

"Miss, why did you kick me!"

The girl at the foot of the bed stuck her head out, wrinkled her nose, and grumbled in the direction of the bedhead.

Zhao Rong turned to look.

Qing Jun, who was at the head of the bed, said nothing, her forehead still buried in the covers.

Little Qian'er turned her head, looking eagerly at Zhao Rong, "Brother Rong'er, if Miss is in a hurry to leave, just let her go. Qian'er will sleep with you... Ouch, why did you kick my butt again!"

She turned her head angrily, complaining: "Brother Rong'er, Brother Rong'er, Miss is being a bully, bullying the charming and unparalleled second wife and chief maid of our Old Zhao Family! According to Old Zhao Family's rules, what do you say we should do!"

Zhao Rong nodded, stood up for her: "A good kick! How can a maid have the right to grumble when a lady kicks her? Deserved."

He said seriously: "No more grumbling in the future."

Zhao Qian'er: "!!!"

Ultimately, she entrusted the wrong person.

You big pig hoof, turns out fairness was enforced on the Miss's side, she dislikes you so much tonight, yet you still side with her...

At this moment, Zhao Rong and little Qian'er weren't sure if they heard correctly, but it seemed Zhao Lingfei made a faint hum from the covers at the bedhead.

Couldn't tell what emotion it was.

But little Qian'er became even more 'heartbroken'.

With tears of bitterness, she sniffled, then fluttered in place, the bedframe shaking with her.

The little girl decided to stick around:

"Hmph, I just won't leave. Brother Rong'er, mean Miss, just tell me what you're going to do about it."

Zhao Rong: "Alright, stop making a fuss, it's really late, you and Qing Jun quickly go back to sleep, I'm also a little tired."

Little Qian'er: "Brother Rong'er, why don't you hurry her? She hasn't gotten out of bed either, always urging me."

Zhao Rong immediately turned his head, softly saying to Zhao Lingfei: "Qing Jun, manage her for a bit, take her along with you..."

Before he even finished speaking, Zhao Lingfei's long leg extended again, kicking little Qian'er towards the edge.

As if trying to kick a certain troublesome little wild girl off this wedding bed.

"Oh, you!"

Little Qian'er couldn't dodge and her poor little butt got kicked again.

She immediately protested, quickly poking her head out, and aimed a soulful question at Zhao Lingfei:

"Stinky Miss, why aren't you leaving? Didn't you say you were going back to your room to sleep? Go on, Rong'er brought your shoes for you, make a move, don't just play dumb!"

The moment she said this, the room fell silent.

Zhao Rong was momentarily stunned, then realized and turned his head to look at a certain woman by the bedside.

Little Qian'er blinked, refusing to let her play ostrich, her mouth firing off like a machine gun, not stopping for a moment: "Miss, say something, quickly say something, Rong'er is still waiting, he even brought your shoes, go back to your room quickly, don't just lie on Rong'er and my marriage bed..."

Zhao Rong observed but did not intervene.

He turned again,

glancing at the candle on the table behind him that was lit after he left.

Just as Little Qian'er urged again.

"You stinky girl, shut up!"

From under the covers, Zhao Lingfei's cold, aloof voice emerged.

Little Qian'er made a playful 'shush' gesture towards Zhao Rong, then leaned over and patted the recalcitrant lady's covers.

"Oh, finally willing to speak." She chuckled, "So miss, when are we leaving? I've been waiting for you for ages; we agreed to go back to the room and sleep just now..."

"And also." Zhao Lingfei interrupted, and then with a tone that seemed a bit angry and stubborn, she added from under the covers, "It's my marriage bed, mine, not yours, you stinky girl. You're dreaming."

Little Qian'er wasn't annoyed, tilting her head as if to test, "So... does that mean you won't be leaving?"

There was no response from Zhao Lingfei's side.

After ten breaths, still no one spoke.

Just when Zhao Rong thought Qing Jun was about to leave in a huff after being teased by Qian'er.

"It's my marriage bed, why should... I get off, you guys... you better not think about it..."

The voice from under the bedding was tiny, but very earnest.

Finally, as if sensing the quiet gazes of Zhao Rong and Little Qian'er from outside, or perhaps blushing from the words she blurted out—her whole body stiffened so straight that even Zhao Rong by the bedside could sense it. This was Qing Jun's subconscious reaction of extreme shyness—she quickly added in a slightly louder voice, "You... you and Qian'er leave, I'm not leaving."

Zhao Rong looked at the bed, then the room.

Mhm, it should be his, no doubt about it, so why chase him out too...

Little Qian'er on the side was about to burst with laughter, covering her mouth tightly.

She winked at Zhao Rong, signaling him to seize the chance and join in teasing the lady in the covers.

Zhao Rong remained silent.

Trying to hold back laughter, Little Qian'er said seriously, "Brother Rong, what should we do? It seems someone just wants the marriage bed, and you have to go. Ah, forget it, forget it. Whatever she says goes, let's just fulfill her wish, let's relocate, go sleep in my room... Qian'er's bed is a bit small, but we're fine squeezing in, right, Brother Rong?"

Before Zhao Rong could speak, a red blur flashed in front of him.

Little Qian'er's little head that was sticking out of the covers was suddenly gone.

She had darted back in a heartbeat.

He leaned back to see the form on the bed, realizing it was Qing Jun who had jumped out of the covers, using the mandarin duck quilt on her to cover Little Qian'er, and at the same time pouncing to subdue her.

"Mm mm mm Miss mm mm mm what are you doing mm mm mm..."

Zhao Lingfei ignored her, stretching out her fair hand, pressing down hard on the 'dog head' of the little girl in the covers.

Zhao Rong saw, under the slightly dim orange candlelight, the autumn-eyed woman with a mix of anger and shyness on her oval face, colored by the wedding bed he had meticulously prepared, in a shade that could stir any man in the world:

Her cheeks were a dreamy blush.

Her red lips moist and tender.

The tear mole under her long autumn eyes quivering captivatingly, like the flame dancing on the nuptial night's candleholder.

A few playful strands of blue silk fell on her clean forehead, her tousled sidelang hair covering her translucent earlobes, adding an indescribable allure to her usual aloofness.

Standing before the bed, Zhao Rong couldn't help but extend his hand, wanting to touch this captivating face. His hand half-extended, he retracted it, pointing instead at her purple embroidered shoes under the bed, "Your shoes are here..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhao Lingfei sitting on the bed leaned forward, her cheek approaching his almost dangling hand.

Within Zhao Rong's reach.

She raised her small head to meet his eyes, her voice trembling slightly, asking, "Did you prepare all this?"

As if knowing the answer already.

Zhao Rong didn't consider it a redundant question, nodding, "Yes."

"You... you still remember that night vividly?"

She referred to that once unhappy bridal night between the two.

He thought seriously, answering, "Like our first meeting, I never forgot."

"I... I didn't forget either." The woman whispered with her head down, then looked up to ask, "When... when did you prepare all this?"

"When I left earlier to sleep in the left chamber, I came here to arrange it, thinking you'd probably like it..."

Zhao Rong paused, realizing she wasn't just asking about this 'preparation,' then replied softly and truthfully:

"I thought about making up for our bridal night a long time ago, started preparing not long ago. Today, while accompanying Xiao Xiao in a small town, I happened upon some shops, got everything I needed..."

The woman listening suddenly asked, "Then... where is your groom's attire?"

"I have it."

"You... put it on."

She said.

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