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# Chapter 8: The Wedding Night
Xia Qingyue did not ask further. Since this white-clad woman, with her high status and position, had said it was "impossible" so affirmatively, then there truly should not be even the slightest possibility.
"Qingyue, I know you are eager to repay kindness and want to give back as much as possible to the one who saved your life at birth before returning to Bing Yun Fairy Palace. But you have married him — that is already enough. When you return to Bing Yun Fairy Palace, your identity will be made public. He might face even more ridicule afterward, but no matter what, the status of being the husband of a Bing Yun Fairy Palace disciple will still be there. With that status, at least in this small Liu Yun City, no one will dare to truly harm him." The white-clad woman spoke in a comforting tone.
Xia Qingyue nodded gently. "I hope it will be so."
"His profound veins are crippled, and he has no other strengths. He can never amount to anything in his lifetime. But you are not only endowed with national beauty and intelligence, even your talent is something Bing Yun Fairy Palace sees only once in a hundred years. Otherwise, the Palace Master would not have made an exception and agreed to your request to marry him, just to put your mind at ease. For him to marry you is the greatest fortune and blessing of his life. You have done everything you could — you have fulfilled your duty to the utmost. Even if his father Xiao Ying were still alive, if he were wise enough, I believe he would have long ago taken the initiative to dissolve the previous engagement... I will take my leave now. In one month, I will come to fetch you. During this time, I will not go far. If you encounter any problems you cannot solve, use the Sound Transmitting Talisman to inform me at any time."
"Farewell, Master."
The white-clad woman nodded and turned around. Instantly, a countenance both exquisitely beautiful and coldly pristine was revealed. She wore no makeup, yet her skin was as white and smooth as snow-jade, involuntarily bringing to mind the words "icy skin and jade bones," "snowy face and crimson lips." Her features were delicate and flawless, her beauty extraordinary, yet imbued with a holy aloofness that made one almost dare not look directly at her — like a celestial maiden standing above the nine heavens, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.
She pushed open the back window, her body swaying slightly. With the fluttering of her icy garments, her entire form vanished like mist dissolving into nothingness.
In the main hall of the Xiao Clan, guests filled the room.
"Uncle Liu Qi, please have a drink." Xiao Che respectfully raised a wine cup before a refined-looking middle-aged man.
The man called "Uncle Liu Qi" stood up with a chuckle, took the cup, and drank it all in one gulp. Then he smiled and said, "Good nephew, I was also a close friend of your father back in the day. Seeing you start a family now, and marrying such a fine wife, I am truly happy for you."
"Thank you, Uncle Liu Qi."
"Grand Elder, please have a drink."
Grand Elder Xiao Li of the Xiao Sect picked up the wine cup, drank it down in one go, then slammed the cup heavily onto the table. Throughout the entire process, aside from a grunt of "Hmph" through his nose, he did not say a single word, nor did he even look directly at Xiao Che. His demeanor clearly conveyed that drinking the wine Xiao Che offered was already giving him an immense face.
Xiao Che said nothing and moved to the next table. No sooner had he walked two steps away than Xiao Li spat on the ground and let out a cold snort loud enough for Xiao Che to hear: "Such a beautiful flower, stuck on a pile of dog shit. Pah!"
Xiao Che's expression did not change, nor did his steps falter, as if he had heard nothing at all. But deep in his eyes, a trace of hidden iciness condensed.
Approaching Second Elder Xiao Bo, Xiao Che bowed slightly and said, "Second Elder, Xiao Che offers you a toast."
Xiao Bo did not even glance at Xiao Che. Instead, he turned his old face away and said indifferently, "Yang'er, drink it for me."
"Yes, Grandfather." Xiao Yang did not hesitate. He snatched the wine cup from Xiao Che's hand and gulped it down in one go.
A toast meant for an elder was let a junior drink in his place — this was no longer mere contempt, but naked humiliation. After drinking, Xiao Yang put down the cup and, as he sat down, did not bother to hide the scornful mockery in his eyes.
Xiao Che said nothing, nodded slightly, and moved to the next table. Just like before, no sooner had he walked two steps away than a cold snort sounded: "Hmph, a waste is a waste. Even if he latched onto the Xia Clan, he's still a waste. Does that old man Xiao Lie really think he can turn things around by relying on his granddaughter-in-law? Pah!"
The voice was dripping with deep disdain and ridicule — and also jealousy. Not to mention the Xia Clan's wealth, just Xia Qingyue's astonishing talent alone — if she had married his grandson Xiao Yang instead of Xiao Che, he would probably be laughing in his dreams.
Xiao Che still acted as if he had heard nothing, walking away with a smile on his face.
By the time Xiao Che finished offering toasts and seeing off the guests, night had fully fallen. Throughout the whole process, some people expressed sincere congratulations and blessings, but such people were very few — so few that Xiao Che could count them on ten fingers. Most people were still courteous to him, after all, it was his wedding day, but the contempt in their eyes he saw clearly. Some sighed, some were jealous and resentful, and some wore their disdain and "waste" expressions unabashedly on their faces.
Because his profound veins were crippled, he could never achieve anything in his life. So there was no need to cultivate his acquaintance or be polite to him. They did not even care about offending him, because even if they did, with his crippled profound veins, there would be no consequences whatsoever. Instead, they could act recklessly before this useless piece of trash, showing off their superiority to their heart's content, looking down from the heights of power at this weakling who could never surpass them...
That was reality, and the ugly nature of most humans.
"Get some rest early." Xiao Lie patted Xiao Che's shoulder, his face full of gentle smiles.
But Xiao Che naturally knew that beneath his grandfather's smile lay something else.
As Xiao Lie grew older, his temper had become gentler and gentler. But in his youth, Xiao Lie's nature was just like his name — he would ignite at the slightest provocation. If someone made him one iota unhappy, he would make them ten times more unhappy in return. There was no one he dared not provoke. Xiao Che knew very well that his grandfather's temperament had become gentler not because age had made him more steady, but because of him...
For the sake of this useless grandson who needed his full protection, he had to become gentle, had to keep a low profile. Even when insulted and bullied, as long as it did not touch his bottom line, he would endure it to the utmost. That way, whether he was alive or dead, he would have no more enemies. If he did not do this, the people he offended would find it easy to take revenge on his grandson, who had no profound strength at all.
As the Fifth Elder with the strongest profound strength in Liu Yun City, once someone no one dared to provoke, Xiao Lie was now often bullied and mocked by the other four elders. Even the younger generation had little respect or fear for him.
Watching Xiao Lie's retreating back, the faces full of sneers and disdain flashing through his mind, Xiao Che's hands slowly clenched. His knuckles turned white, and his eyes emitted a coldness as sharp as a blade. Then, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a chilling sneer.
Xiao Che was absolutely a vengeful person. In those final years on the Cang Yun Continent, his heart had been filled entirely with hatred. He remembered those who were kind to him, and he also remembered those who were unkind to him — to the point of repaying even the smallest grievances.
"You will... regret this..."
The low voice slowly seeped from Xiao Che's mouth, like some kind of malicious curse.
Since heaven has given me a chance to be reborn, how could I let Grandfather and myself be bullied again!
When he returned to his small courtyard, the full moon was already hanging high in the night sky. Xiao Che walked to a corner of the yard, extended his left hand, and a water arrow shot out from his palm.
At the banquet today, he had inevitably drunk quite a bit of alcohol. By the end, he appeared completely drunk, barely able to stand, but in reality he was perfectly sober. It was not that he had a great capacity for alcohol, but rather that all the wine he drank was transferred into the space of the Heavenly Poison Pearl the moment it entered his mouth. The Heavenly Poison Pearl had merged with his body, so manipulating it was as easy and natural as moving his own body.
After "splashing" for quite a while, he finally expelled all the wine from the Heavenly Poison Pearl. Xiao Che raised his left hand, dripping with wine, and suddenly grinned. He slapped the wine directly onto his face, then held his breath until his face turned red. Then, staggering and swaying, he pushed open the door and entered the bridal chamber.
The door swung open, and a wave of alcohol vapor entered with him. As he stepped inside, he stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face. He looked up somewhat disheveledly at Xia Qingyue. She was sitting upright on the bed, her beautiful eyes closed, extraordinarily serene. The dim light of the red candle illuminated her exquisite face, adding an irresistible dreamlike charm and allure.
Xiao Che's eyes lit up, a lecherous grin spreading across his face as he staggered toward Xia Qingyue: "Hehehehe... wife... you've... waited long... now... we can... consummate the marriage..."
Xia Qingyue's eyes snapped open, and her right hand waved casually.
A wave of irresistible icy cold swept in front of Xiao Che, sending his body flying out the door. He landed on his rear on the ground of the courtyard, nearly knocking over the only stone table.
Xiao Che cried out in pain, rubbed his backside, and struggled for a long time to get up. He roared in indignation: "Damn! I was just joking! Did you have to be so harsh?! I don't even have the strength to truss a chicken! Striking so hard... are you trying to kill your husband?!"
Bam!
The door slammed shut heavily.
Xiao Che pushed forward, but found the door firmly locked.
Xiao Che was instantly depressed... This woman, forget flirting, she couldn't even take a joke! How could they possibly get along happily?
"I really was just joking... Besides, I'm just a lowly Initial Xuan Realm Level 1 trash, even if I wanted to offend you, it's impossible."
Xia Qingyue gave no response.
Xiao Che stood at the door for a long time, but there was still no sign of it opening. His small courtyard had only this one house — no side rooms, not even a storage shed or a stable. Normally, he could sneak over to Little Aunt's place to sleep, but tonight was his wedding night — it wouldn't be appropriate for him to go anywhere.
A night breeze blew, making Xiao Che's body involuntarily shrink. He knocked on the door again and said weakly, "Hey, you don't really plan to make me sleep outside tonight, do you? You should know that within the Xiao Sect, there are plenty of people who have designs on you. On our wedding night, they're going to be very, very unhappy. But they also firmly believe that a pearl like you couldn't possibly fancy a piece of trash like me. So even though we're married, they're sure you won't let me touch a single finger, let alone sleep under the same roof. So in a little while, someone will definitely sneak over to see me make a fool of myself. If they see me locked out of the room, I'll become a complete laughingstock."
"Besides, I am your husband now. Are you really heartless enough to watch me be mocked like that?"
The room remained silent. Just as Xiao Che was about to kick the door, it finally creaked open.
Xiao Che rushed in with the speed of lightning and slammed the door shut behind him.
Xia Qingyue was still sitting by the bed in the same posture. Though it was just an ordinary sitting position, it exuded a hazy nobility and elegance. She shifted her beautiful eyes slightly, glanced at the somewhat disheveled Xiao Che, and said coolly, "Do not come within five steps of me."
"...Then where am I supposed to sleep?" Xiao Che pouted discontentedly. The room was very small. The large furniture consisted only of a bed, a desk, a small dining table, and two cabinets. From east to west, the whole room was at most seven or eight steps across. Five steps away... basically meant he would have to huddle against the wall opposite the bed.
"You can sleep on the bed." Xia Qingyue stood up from it.
"No need!" Xiao Che refused decisively. Then he plopped down in the corner farthest from Xia Qingyue and closed his eyes. Though in terms of strength, Xia Qingyue was more than a hundred times his superior, as a man with dignity, he absolutely would not do something like letting a woman sleep on the floor while he took the bed.