An Jing first went to the bedside to check on the four children, making sure their blankets were well tucked in so they wouldn’t get cold. Only then did she walk behind Xiao Changyi, wrapping her arms around his neck, chin resting on Xiao Changyi’s shoulder, cheek to cheek with him.
In a soft voice, she said, "Let’s stay in Youbao’s guest room tonight and head back early tomorrow."
This acknowledgment seemed absentminded, and An Jing, with her keen senses, quickly sat down on the round stool beside Xiao Changyi, staring at him very seriously, and asked with concern, "Husband, what’s wrong?"
Xiao Changyi put down the teacup in his hands, gazed silently at An Jing for a while before he finally said in a low voice, "Jing Er, I want you to ride in a bridal sedan chair."
An Jing was startled at first, but then she understood that her husband must have been stimulated by her disciple’s grand bridal sedan chair, and she couldn’t help but laugh, "What, you want me to marry someone else again?"
"Hmm," Xiao Changyi actually nodded. "But still marry me."
But still marry me...
An Jing felt an instant sweetness in her heart, and her face broke into an even bigger smile, but she shook her head, "There’s no need, I don’t care about those formalities."
Xiao Changyi, however, took her hand, looked deeply into her eyes, and insisted, "I care."
He paused, then Xiao Changyi continued, "Actually, I didn’t want to give you such a humble wedding, but at that time we hadn’t known each other long, and I also didn’t know how to tell you about my status, so..."
An Jing shook her head again, "Not humble. As long as I have you and you have me, where’s the humility?"
As she spoke, An Jing’s eyes brimmed with tears.
Back then, she couldn’t have children and came from a different world. With her low status and the dangers she faced, he wasn’t afraid, didn’t look down on her, and even made a vow to always cherish her, protect her, love her, putting her first in everything, wishing only for her happiness and joy.
Who could go to such lengths?
At that thought, An Jing suddenly hugged the man in front of her, holding onto him tightly.
Even without a wedding, she didn’t care. Besides, they did have a wedding at that time, and it was still so deeply etched in her memory, engraved in her heart.
"Husband, it really wasn’t humble," An Jing said again, her voice somewhat choked up. "I really don’t care about those things. As long as I can be with you, that’s all that matters. I truly don’t care. And you shouldn’t either... because I don’t care..."
Xiao Changyi held her in return, first tilting his head to gently kiss her ear before he said in a low voice again, "Even if neither of us cares, I still want you to ride in a bridal sedan chair once more."
Seeing how adamant Xiao Changyi was, and thinking that at worst they’d just have another wedding ceremony, An Jing nodded, "Hmm, I’ll ride in a bridal sedan chair, I’ll ride in a bridal sedan chair to marry you."
"Hmm." Xiao Changyi finally seemed satisfied, responding as the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
"So when will I ride in a bridal sedan chair and marry you again?"
"I haven’t thought of that yet, I will tell you once I have," he replied.
"Then take your time thinking, no rush. After all, we’re already husband and wife, right?"
It was during An Jing and Xiao Changyi’s conversation that everyone in the bridal chamber finished their teasing and left, quieting the room down again, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Standing at the door of the room, Wang Youbao fastened the door, feeling a bit more at ease.
He was really afraid that everyone would come back to tease the newlyweds again, especially that shameless Gong Juechen; he couldn’t handle it.
Thinking of Gong Juechen, Wang Youbao remembered the book Jue Chen had stuffed into his hands, which he had hurriedly tucked into his pocket...