420: Chapter 420 Should we go and make a ruckus in the wedding night?

After three rounds of drinks, the lively atmosphere of the wedding banquet gradually reached its peak.

The guests exchanged toasts, and wave after wave of laughter surged forth, warming up the air in the courtyard.

Qiao Feifei squeezed out from the crowd holding a wine glass, her footsteps so brisk as if she were stepping on springs.

She spotted Jasmine at the VIP table at a glance, immediately turned a corner, and rushed straight toward that table.

"Senior Jasmine!"

Before she even arrived, her voice reached them first.

"Are you going to stay and tease the bridal chamber tonight, Senior?"

Jasmine was holding a teacup and drinking tea, and upon hearing this, she almost choked on a mouthful of tea.

She put down her cup and widened her eyes, "Tease the bridal chamber?"

"That's right!"

Qiao Feifei wore an expression of taking it for granted.

"Sister Ruozao is marrying over tonight, and according to the rules, we have to tease the newlyweds! Senior, you should stay and join us!"

Jasmine put down her teacup and looked at her with an expression of "What kind of joke are you making":

"I am over eight thousand years old, and you want me to go tease a young couple's bridal chamber?"

"What is wrong with eight thousand years old! Even at eight thousand years old, we can still join in the lively fun!"

"I am not going."

"Go, please go!"

"Not going."

Jasmine waved her hand, her attitude resolute.

She still cared about her old Face of over eight thousand years.

Although she usually loved joining in the bustle and watching gossip, asking her to go tease a young couple's bridal chamber?

She still wanted some Face.

Seeing that her attitude was resolute, Qiao Feifei persuaded her a couple more times, but seeing that she really could not be persuaded, she could only mutter, "Alright, then next time," turned around, and ran off.

Jasmine picked up her teacup again and shook her head:

"This child, she spends all day pondering these things."

Her words were spoken casually, but when she said this sentence, her peripheral vision happened to sweep across the opposite side of the table.

King Feiyun's fingertips were resting on the edge of the teacup, her finger pads gently rubbing against the cup wall. Her movements were very light, but the frequency was a bit faster than usual.

As for Ziyi, she lowered her head to look at the dish on the table. The tip of her chopsticks held a piece of honey-glazed lotus root, but it hung suspended in mid-air, delaying in being put into her mouth.

Jasmine's gaze swept over the two of them unnoticeably, and she gave an internal "Mn".

But she didn't say anything, merely bringing the teacup to her lips and taking a slow sip.

The VIP table fell silent for a moment.

Qiao Feifei's words "tease the bridal chamber" had already flown far away.

But the lingering echo still hung in the air, like a thin thread gently tugging at certain people's nerves.

King Feiyun put down the teacup, her movements as steady as usual.

But at the very moment she put down the cup, her fingertips imperceptibly curled up.

Teasing the bridal chamber.

At the mere thought of this, those images came out again.

Clearer and more realistic than last time.

This time, the bride was Ruozao.

A gentle little girl who usually spoke in soft whispers.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, when the Red Bridal Veil was lifted, would she tremble with nervousness?

When Lin Yun lowered his head to kiss her, would her hands tightly grip his collar?

King Feiyun picked up the teacup and took another sip. The tea was warm, sliding down her throat, yet it failed to wash away that trace of imperceptible restlessness in her heart.

She shifted her gaze elsewhere to look at the red lanterns hanging in the courtyard.

Ziyi finally put that piece of honey-glazed lotus root into her mouth.

Chewing twice and swallowing, her movements were smooth and natural.

But the string in her heart was tauter than before.

Teasing the bridal chamber.

The instant Qiao Feifei uttered those three words just now, an image had indeed flashed through Ziyi's mind.

The image was very short, so short that she hadn't even had time to see the specific details clearly before she forcibly suppressed it.

But she knew what was in that image.

There was Lin Yun, there was Ruozao.

There were those images she shouldn't have imagined nor expected.

Ziyi put down her chopsticks, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

Utilizing the cover of the cup's rim, she quickly lifted her eyelids and looked at King Feiyun diagonally opposite her.

King Feiyun was turning her head to look at the courtyard, her profile lines sharp, showing no emotional fluctuations.

But Ziyi noticed that King Feiyun's thumb was slowly rubbing back and forth along the edge of the teacup, doing it one circle more than usual.

Ziyi withdrew her gaze.

She lowered her eyelids, and that guess in her heart popped up again.

Could it be... was Your Highness King Feiyun the same as her?

Ziyi did not dare to think further.

Holding the teacup, her fingertips lightly brushed against the cup wall, and then she put it down.

King Feiyun also withdrew her gaze at this moment.

She turned her head, and her line of sight happened to briefly collide with Ziyi's in mid-air.

Neither of them spoke.

But in that instant of eye contact, each captured the fleeting subtlety at the bottom of the other's eyes.

That subtlety was indescribable, as if both were confirming something yet neither dared to confirm it.

King Feiyun averted her gaze first.

She picked up the teacup again and took a sip.

Ziyi also lowered her head, looking at the unfinished honey-glazed lotus root on the table, the tip of her chopsticks lightly tapping against the edge of the dish a few times.

Jasmine saw the commotion between the two of them during these few brief breaths crystal clear.

The corners of her mouth moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.

She merely picked up the teapot, poured herself another cup, and drank it slowly, wearing an expression of "I saw nothing at all".

The wedding banquet lasted for another half an hour before the guests successively stood up to take their leave.

King Feiyun and Ziyi stood up almost at the same time.

Jasmine followed behind the two of them, her pace unhurried.

She walked a couple of steps and then stopped, turning back to glance at the bridal room glowing with lights deep within the courtyard.

Then she withdrew her gaze and walked out along with them.

The night view stretched the figures of the three a bit long.

Su Yingxue stood at the courtyard gate, watching them walk into the distance, then turned around and led a crowd toward the direction of the bridal room.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Qiao Feifei shouted in a suppressed voice, "Sister Ruozao must be waiting anxiously!"

"What waiting anxiously, they've only just entered the room not long ago." Bai Lulu laughed on the side.

"Then we need to go quickly even more! What if we miss the exciting part!"

"What exciting part, this has only just begun!"

The crowd chatted and laughed as they crossed the corridor, skillfully pushing open the door of the room next to the bridal chamber.

As soon as the door opened, there were already people inside.

Fei Xue and Feiying had arrived long ago.

Fei Xue tried hard to maintain the calmness on her Face.

As for Feiying, she didn't mask her excitement at all.

Seeing the sisters enter, she immediately beckoned:

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! It's about to start!"

Qiao Feifei rushed over in a few swift strides, sitting next to Feiying: "It's starting? Not yet, right?"

"Not yet! Husband just went in!" Feiying's eyes lit up as she lowered her voice, "I listened against the wall just now, they are whispering sweet nothings!"

"What did they say?"

"Couldn't hear clearly, the voice was too soft."

"Then listen again!"

"No way, listening anymore and we'll be discovered!"

"Are you still afraid of being discovered for this?"

Qiao Feifei was so anxious she slapped her thigh directly, yet didn't dare to make too big a commotion, so she could only lower her voice and urge:

"Then open the wall quickly!"

Fei Xue raised her hand, her fingertips lightly pressing on a concealed mechanism at the edge of the wall.

The surface of the wall rippled with an extremely faint glow, instantly turning transparent.

The scene inside the bridal chamber clearly presented itself before everyone's eyes.