166: Chapter 166 It must be comfortable in bed

The wine was average, not great but not too bad either; it was the kind of ordinary yellow wine served in abundance at banquets.

Ye Yun picked up another piece of soy-braised beef and chewed it slowly.

The beef was well-marinated, cooked just right, and perfectly seasoned.

As Ye Yun ate, he surveyed his surroundings.

Dozens of tables were set up in the courtyard, filled with all sorts of people.

There were Loose Cultivators, merchants, scions of small families, and some idle loafers who were there just to watch the commotion and get free food and drink.

Cups were clinking and toasts were being exchanged; it was as lively as the Lunar New Year.

No one noticed the young man in the grey robe sitting in the corner.

Even less did anyone know what he was there for.

Ye Yun raised his wine cup and took another sip.

His gaze pierced through the crowd, landing on a certain direction deep within the Wu Residence.

That should be where Fang Hansu was being held.

He withdrew his gaze and picked up another piece of soy-braised beef.

No rush.

Eat his fill first.

After all, in a little while, all of this would go to waste.

...

An hour's time was neither fast nor slow.

After several rounds of wine in the courtyard, the atmosphere had become even more boisterous than before.

Several juniors of the Wu Family had arrived early at the main hall, sitting on both sides of the head table, drinking tea and cracking melon seeds.

From time to time, they glanced toward the door, waiting for today's protagonist to make his entrance.

Wu Zhen, the head of the Wu Family, did not show his face.

This was normal; taking a concubine was not the same as marrying a primary wife.

Moreover, she was only his tenth concubine; there was no need for the Family Head to personally come out and socialize.

Those who came were juniors of the Wu Family and some Elders from branch lines, which was enough to give Wu Hao some face.

Several Elders sat at the head of the main table, chatting idly and occasionally clinking cups with those nearby.

Their faces bore polite smiles, but there was no real warmth in their eyes.

To them, today's event was merely going through the motions.

“He's here, he's here! The Groom is here!”

Someone shouted, and all eyes inside and outside the hall turned toward the door.

Wu Hao walked out from the rear hall.

He had changed into a bright red Groom's robe.

The fabric was even more vibrant than his previous outfit, and the auspicious clouds embroidered with gold thread shimmered under the candlelight.

The gold-threaded jade belt around his waist was pulled tight.

It made him look like a zongzi wrapped in red silk.

His hair had been recombed and slathered with thick hair oil, so shiny it could reflect a person's shadow.

A smile was plastered on his face, the corners of his mouth nearly reaching his ears, and his eyes were narrowed into two slits, filled with uncontrollable smugness.

He walked into the main hall with a pompous stride, each step heavy and deliberate.

He wanted everyone to see him in this finery.

“Brother Hao, you look truly dashing today!”

A young man from a branch of the Wu Family approached him, face full of smiles and giving a thumbs-up.

“Of course! Our Brother Hao is the Groom today, how could he not look dashing?”

Another quickly chimed in, squeezing through with a wine cup in hand.

“Brother Hao, your younger brother toasts you. Tonight is your wedding night; you must enjoy yourself well.”

Wu Hao took the cup and drained it in one gulp, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, laughing even harder.

“Naturally, naturally.”

He patted the man’s shoulder, his tone brimming with satisfaction.

“That lady from the Fang Family is the number one beauty in our Qingzhou City. So many people have pined for her without success, and now she belongs to our Brother Hao. Brother Hao is going to be very busy tonight.”

A monkey-faced Wu Family disciple nearby winked, his voice low but his tone incredibly lewd.

“More than just busy; I’m afraid he won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow.”

Another person joined in, and they all looked at each other and chuckled.

“I’ve heard that Fang Hansu doesn’t just have a pretty face; her figure is also top-notch.”

The monkey-faced one leaned into Wu Hao’s ear, lowering his voice even further.

“That waist is so thin you could snap it with one hand. And those two on her chest—you can see how perky they are even through her clothes. A woman like that must be incredibly wild in bed.”

As Wu Hao listened, the smile on his face deepened, and the lewdness in his eyes nearly overflowed.

He licked his lips as if he were already savoring the experience.

“What’s the rush?”

He waved his hand, feigning composure, but the pride in his voice was impossible to hide.

“Once we’ve consummated the marriage tonight, I’ll train her well and let her know what a real man is.”

“Brother Hao is mighty!”

“With Brother Hao taking action, what woman couldn’t be conquered?”

The group broke into another round of flattery, their praises ringing out loudly.

Wu Hao was carried away by the praise, lifting his chin even higher, looking like a peacock with its tail spread.

He paced back and forth in the hall, enjoying the compliments of the crowd.

...

In the corner.

From the moment Wu Hao stepped into the main hall, Ye Yun’s gaze had been fixed on him.

He held his wine cup, motionless.

He just quietly watched that man, dressed like a red envelope, lose himself in his own arrogance amidst the crowd.

That gaze was very flat.

There was no anger, no killing intent, not even disgust.

It was like looking at a dead object.

Like looking at a piece of meat on a chopping block, a grasshopper after autumn, or a man already in the grave.

Ye Yun raised his cup, finished the last sip of wine, and gently placed it on the table.

...

“The auspicious hour has arrived—”

The Master of Ceremonies shouted in a long, drawn-out voice, and the hall and courtyard gradually grew quiet.

It was time for the wedding bows.

Wu Hao stood in the center of the main hall, straightened his collar, and puffed out his chest.

That smug smile was once again plastered on his face.

Everyone’s gaze turned toward the door.

Two Maidservants supported a red figure as she slowly walked out from the rear hall.

Fang Hansu was wearing a bright red Bridal Gown; the fabric was thin, shimmering faintly under the candlelight.

The collar was embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in water using gold thread, and a large red silk ribbon was tied tightly around her waist.

It accentuated her slender waist, making it look as though it could be broken with a single hand.

The neckline of the Bridal Gown was cut quite low, revealing a stretch of snow-white collarbone.

And there was the faint, looming curve of her chest.

The hem of the dress was very long, trailing on the ground and making a soft rustling sound as it swept across the blue brick floor with her steps.

A Red Bridal Veil covered her head, hiding her face.

But it was that very hidden face...

That caused the eyes of all the men present to stick to her, unable to look away.

That figure, that temperament—just by standing there, she was like a cold plum blossom that had been forcibly plucked and placed in a vase.

Cold, fragile, and breathtakingly beautiful.

A low murmur of discussion rose in the hall.

“Is this the Young Miss of the Fang Family? She truly lives up to her reputation.”

“A pity the veil hides her face. I heard she looks like a Heavenly Immortal.”

“What’s your hurry? Once the bows are done and Young Master Wu lifts the veil, won’t you be able to see her?”

“So what if you see her? She’s not yours.”

“Hehe, just to feast my eyes.”

Hearing these discussions, the pride on Wu Hao’s face intensified.

He looked at the red figure before him, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

He wished he could pounce on her right now and carry her back to his room.