Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Red candles burned high, wedding curtains hung low. The bright red Chinese character for "囍" (Happy Birthday) glowed softly in the candlelight, enveloping the entire bridal chamber in a warm glow and filling the air with the faint fragrance of the albizzia flowers.

Lu Wensheng's black hair, which was usually tied up meticulously, was now completely loose and fell softly on his shoulders, making him less cold and majestic like a deacon of the Discipline Hall and more gentle, which was rare in his usual days.

The bright red wedding dress was worn neatly on her body, with the collar slightly open, revealing a hint of her plain white inner garment.

He sat upright on the edge of the bed, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the mandarin duck quilt beneath him, his long eyelashes drooping, casting a small, light shadow under his eyes.

Liu Jiqian looked at him like this, his heart filled with tenderness.

He walked forward, but did not rush to move. He just knelt on one knee on the footstool, raised his head slightly to look at his newlywed Taoist partner, and reached out to gently hold Lu Wensheng's slightly cold fingers.

"A Sheng," his voice was low and gentle, with obvious cherishment, "If you are tired, you must tell me." Lu Wensheng raised his eyes and glanced at him quickly, then said "hmm" softly, but a faint blush appeared on his ears uncontrollably.

Liu Jiqian lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand very lightly, as if it were a rare treasure.

Then he stood up, carefully removed his tiara and untied his outer robe.

The movements were gentle and solemn, full of silent comfort.

As the two sat side by side, they both felt each other's breath.

Lu Wensheng subconsciously tensed his body, so Liu Jiqian stopped, patted the back of his hand gently, and waited patiently.

Noticing Lu Wensheng's nervousness, Liu Jiqian said gently, "If you are not ready yet, we can talk later." Lu Wensheng looked up at him, his eyes slightly red, and said softly, "It's okay, I'm just a little nervous." Liu Jiqian understood and said softly, "I know, I am the same." He said no more, but gently held the person in his arms, feeling the slight trembling of the person in his arms.

The deacon of the Discipline Hall, who usually enforces the law strictly and follows his words, is now leaning on his shoulder gently. This look is completely different from his usual appearance, which makes Liu Jiqian feel very tender.

He was extremely patient and continued to comfort the person in his arms with a gentle voice.

From the trembling eyelids to the flushed cheeks, and then to the lips slightly pursed due to nervousness, in the end, he just placed a kiss on the forehead tenderly.

"Wen Sheng, relax," he coaxed in a low voice over and over again, "I will always be with you." Lu Wen Sheng gradually relaxed and leaned on his shoulder, but a little moisture involuntarily appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Liu Jiqian gently wiped away the wetness, his voice becoming even gentler: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." He held Lu Wensheng's hand, interlocked his fingers with his, and felt the man's heartbeat gradually synchronized with his own.

Lu Wensheng murmured softly, "You... are so helpless..." Liu Jiqian laughed softly, his chest vibrating with a full sense of happiness: "I am only like this to you."

He supported Lu Wensheng, making him lean against him more comfortably. This closeness made Lu Wensheng gently snuggle into his arms, her fingertips subconsciously grasping his collar.

Seeing the person in his arms leaning on him, Liu Jiqian's heart was filled with cherishment. He carefully held the person in his arms, and said in a low and doting voice: "When you are tired, just lean on me."

The night was deep and quiet, and the red candles were fading. Liu Jiqian looked at the person leaning on his shoulder and asked softly, "Are you still happy today?" Lu Wensheng opened his eyes slightly, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes, but also a gentle glow. He nodded gently, his voice soft and gentle: "Yes."

After a moment's silence, Liu Jiqian lowered his head and asked gently, "Do you like... being with me?" The person in his arms was silent for a long time, and finally leaned her cheek gently against his chest and responded in an almost inaudible voice, "I like it."

Liu Jiqian was satisfied. He folded his arms and gently embraced his Taoist partner.

The red candle finally burned out, and the last wisp of green smoke rose up. The only sounds left in the new house were the even breathing sounds and the fragrance of flowers.