The girl traveled through another world and forced the prince to take the imperial examination

Neither side had any elders at today's wedding. Su Qingyan, Mu Yao, Zhou Niangzi, and their group didn't care about the usual customs of marrying off a daughter or taking in a wife.

Having just bid farewell to the bride at the Ning family's house, he rushed to the government office to attend the wedding ceremony.

After the wedding ceremony, everyone crowded around the newlyweds, laughing and joking as they rushed into the bridal chamber.

In the bridal chamber, Mu Qingcheng wore a phoenix crown and a wedding robe, her face veiled by a beaded fan; her alluring charm was breathtaking.

From the moment he arrived at the wedding ceremony to the final ceremony, Yun Qing was so nervous that he hadn't had a chance to properly look at his bride. When he finally did, he was stunned and momentarily forgot what to do. It wasn't until Rong Siqin coughed lightly that he snapped back to reality, quickly stepped forward, and reached out to take Mu Qingcheng's hand holding the beaded fan.

"Your Highness, please wait!" Rong Siqin stopped him with a smile, "The poem about the fan hasn't been recited yet, we can't skip that."

According to custom, the bride covers her face with a fan and can only remove it after the groom has recited a poem.

Yun Qing was prepared. Her gaze fell on the pair of eyes behind the fan that seemed to be smiling, and she slowly recited: "I once promised to share the world with you through thick and thin, and now I cross the mortal world with you."

After he finished speaking, seeing that Mu Qingcheng did not respond, he recited another poem: "After a thousand sails have passed, none of them are the one I seek, only the smile of Qingcheng in springtime remains."

The poem wasn't particularly exquisite, but it perfectly captured the bond between the two who met in hardship and became friends amidst chaos. A very soft laugh came from behind the beaded fan, and Mu Qingcheng finally slowly moved the fan away.

Beneath the swaying beaded curtain, her skin was like jade, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like shimmering autumn waters, and her lips a touch of crimson. When their eyes met, those eyes, which were always smiling, now clearly shimmered with tenderness and shyness.

Yun Qing sat on the other side of the bed, extending his hand, palm up. Mu Qingcheng gently placed her hand in his palm; her fingertips were slightly cool and trembled slightly. Yun Qing immediately closed his palm, tightly enveloping her entire hand, the warmth seeping through their skin, quietly calming her down.

"Nuan Nuan," he whispered close to her ear, "I've finally married you."

At that moment, he could no longer see anyone else. He couldn't help but lower his head and place a light kiss on her lips.

A hushed chuckle suddenly erupted in the bridal chamber. Mu Qingcheng's face flushed crimson.

Yun Qing was displeased. These people were so tactless; why were they still refusing to leave?

Zijing and Zipei blushed and brought out a tray with two halves of a gourd tied together by a red thread. This was the nuptial wine.

Each of them held half a ladle, and according to etiquette, they drank half a ladle first, then exchanged them and drank the rest. Mu Qingcheng only took a small sip, frowned slightly, and thought to herself, "Why is this wine so bitter!"

Seeing this, Yun Qing simply took the half-ladle of wine from her hand, drank it all in one gulp, and then drank her own half as well.

This only drew more teasing and jeers from the room.

"Nuan Nuan, she doesn't drink alcohol." Yun Qing frowned even more, glancing at everyone with an impatient look in her eyes, her eyes clearly saying: The nuptial wine is all finished, you should all leave now, right?

Rong Siqin suppressed a laugh, took the tray filled with copper coins and colorful fruits, and began to scatter them into the tent while loudly reciting auspicious words:

"One scattering of a single yuan enters the grand hall, bringing prosperity for a lifetime and strength for generations to come!"

Two people sleep together, their hearts intertwined, blessed with longevity and happiness!

Three sprinkles, three days of cooking in the palm of your hand, three stars shine brightly, good fortune abounds! ...Four sprinkles...!"

Every line she sang drew cheers from the crowd!

"well…………"

"A happy marriage for a hundred years!"

"Have a baby soon!"

Amidst the blessings, the matchmaker cut a lock of hair from each of their heads, tied it with a red string, put it in a purse, and placed it under their pillows.

"The ceremony is complete!" The matchmaker congratulated the couple again, and Yun Qing had someone give the matchmaker a reward.

Rong Siqin smiled and said, "Your Highness, the guests are waiting for you to offer them a toast. Leave the Crown Princess to us; we'll take good care of her and make sure she doesn't suffer the slightest grievance."

Another round of good-natured laughter filled the room. But Yun Qing remained seated, her gaze lingering on Mu Qingcheng with reluctance.

Mu Qingcheng quietly reached out and gently nudged him: "Aren't you going yet?"

Yun Qing reluctantly got up and, surrounded by a group of secret guards and attendants, went to the front courtyard.

Once he left, only the women remained in the bridal chamber.

Mu Qingcheng immediately slumped down, rubbed her neck, and let out a long sigh: "Ouch, I'm exhausted... Can we take off this phoenix crown first? My neck is really going to break."

The phoenix crown is beautiful, but wearing it all day would be too much for her neck.

Rong Siqin chuckled inwardly, but deliberately shook her head while resting her face on her pillow, saying, "That won't do. We must wait for His Highness to return before we can remove our hats and change our clothes; that's proper etiquette. Changing our clothes now would be disrespectful to my husband!"

Mu Qingcheng looked up and saw an extremely beautiful lady, dressed in a dark red brocade ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her hair neatly combed, and adorned with simple gold ornaments. Although it was the first time Mu Qingcheng had seen Rong Siqin, she recognized her at a glance. As expected of one of the renowned "Twin Pearls" of the capital, even with the passage of time, her composed demeanor, imbued with the refinement of poetry and literature, remained outstanding, radiant as the moon, elegant and unconventional.

"Is this so troublesome?" Mu Qingcheng felt like crying. She was exhausted and hungry, and she was about to faint.

Rong Siqin's heart softened. No wonder His Highness the Crown Prince doted on her; this little girl was truly lovable.

Zijing and Zipei quickly came over, one helping to massage her shoulders, and the other supporting her phoenix crown to lighten her burden.

Just then, Mu Yao came over with a plate of snacks and presented it to her like a treasure: "Sister Mu, have some snacks to fill your stomach first!"

"It's still my sister Mu Yao who loves me the most!" Mu Qingcheng's eyes lit up with emotion.

Mu Yao picked up a piece and put it to her mouth, but Rong Siqin quickly smiled and advised, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Just then, Su Qingyan walked in carrying a food box, deliberately raising an eyebrow: "Oh, you only know that Mu Yao is good to you, then take a look at this?"

She opened the food box and took out four dishes and a soup, all of which were Mu Qingcheng's favorite dishes.

Mu Qingcheng immediately put down her snacks and rushed to the table: "Sister Su! You're really my sister!"

Su Qingyan smiled and shook her head: "Don't thank me, I wouldn't dare take credit—it was His Highness who ordered it to be sent."

"Yun Qing?"

"His Highness also said that we should help you remove your phoenix crown, eat well, and rest for a while." Su Qingyan leaned close to her ear and whispered with a smile, "He also asked me to tell you quietly... he didn't drink too much, and that you should wait for him, he'll be back soon."

Mu Qingcheng's ears burned, and she was speechless.

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As night deepened, the noise in the front yard finally subsided.

Red candles burned quietly in the bridal chamber, filling the room with fragrance. The door was pushed open and then gently closed, instantly silencing the voices and laughter outside, leaving only tranquility and the soft breathing of the two people inside.

Yun Qing tiptoed into the bedroom and immediately saw the person on the bed! Mu Qingcheng had removed her phoenix crown and formal attire. She looked as if she had just taken a bath, her long hair loose and flowing, wearing only a bright red slip dress, revealing her fair neck at the neckline. Her bare, delicate white feet were exposed as she lay on her side on the bed with her eyes closed.

This scene caused Yun Qing's blood to rush backward. He clutched his wildly beating heart, thinking that his poison of the Drunken Dream had relapsed.

Is this little girl genuinely unaware, or is she doing it on purpose?

Yun Qing walked over in a few steps, pulled the brocade quilt over, and gently covered her with it.

Mu Qingcheng was truly asleep; she hadn't closed her eyes since last night, she was just too tired.

Even though Yunqing was very quiet, she still woke her up: "Yunqing, you're back?"

Yun Qing leaned down, gently brushed the stray hairs from her cheek, and asked softly, "Are you exhausted?"

"A little!" She turned and looked up at him, the candlelight dancing in her eyes. She smiled and said, "But I'm mostly happy! Yunqing, don't I look beautiful today!"

Yun Qing smiled indulgently and said, "Of course, no one in this world can compare to your beauty!"

"Really?" Her smile grew even sweeter.

A red robe was spread out on the bed, intense as fire. Yun Qing, sitting in the halo of light, had bright eyes and a clear smile, like the moon breaking through the clouds. All the surrounding splendor became a backdrop, but he alone shone like jade.

"Yun Qing, you look beautiful too. You are the most handsome groom I have ever seen."

With a "crack," the red candle burst into a dazzling flame.

Yun Qing lowered his head, gently kissing her forehead, then brushing her trembling eyelashes, and finally tenderly and tenderly covering her lips, lingering there for a long time, unwilling to leave.

Mu Qingcheng smelled a rich aroma of wine, which made her feel slightly tipsy and her body hot.

His red dress had somehow slipped down to below her shoulders, and her long, black hair cascaded down her back. He gently brushed aside the strands, his fingertips touching her delicate skin. His kisses slid down to her shoulders until her clothes were completely gone…

The next moment... (I can't write too much, there are limitations!)

The night was so long, and only the gently swaying bed curtains seemed tireless!

In short, it was a sleepless night!