New Song Dynasty: My Wife is an Imperial Princess

Yan Xier's last words filled Tang Qian's heart with endless imagination. However, just as she said, their relationship had already been established, and Yan Xier had even accepted his betrothal gifts, which was unique among his three wives.

With such a deep emotional foundation, they can indeed have a long future together.

After leaving the courtyard and turning through several corridors, we arrived at the courtyard where my mother lived. It was originally Jiang Siyu's wedding place, but now it has become Ye Qingmiao's new house.

Chu Xia opened the door, addressed him as "son-in-law" and bowed to Tang Qian, then stepped back a few paces to let him in.

Tang Qian didn't stand on ceremony. He kicked with his left foot and grabbed with his right, lifting his clothes and walking into the room. His movements were graceful and natural, giving off a feeling of being riding high on a spring breeze.

Based on his previous understanding, he concluded that his third wife must be free-spirited and unconventional, and that she must be looking at him with a fierce expression, gritting her teeth, now that she was getting impatient.

Who could have predicted that Ye Qingmiao, just like Yan Xier, would sit upright on the edge of the bed after waiting all afternoon, waiting for Tang Qian to come and complete the final ceremony with her?

No matter what, Ye Qingmiao was a daughter of a wealthy family. Even if she was usually unreliable, she certainly wouldn't dare to act recklessly on her wedding day.

Although Ye Qingmiao used to visit every now and then, Tang Qian had been busy with city defense duties, and even on their wedding day, the number of times the two had met could be counted on one hand.

The two, who had no emotional foundation and only a marriage contract, looked at each other awkwardly. Tang Qian couldn't help but swallow hard, unable to contain his amazement.

It must be said that the second young lady of the Ye family is indeed stunningly beautiful. She has phoenix eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, a delicate nose, and a mouth full of rosy lips. Coupled with her crystal-clear skin and tall, exquisite figure, her appearance is exactly what Tang Qian loves.

Thinking it over carefully, he realized that fate had been quite kind to him. Although he had made a trip to Youzhou, it had been a close call. Now he also had three beautiful and charming wives. Tang Qian felt that as long as he drove away the Jin army this time, he could simply choose to lie down and relax in Guangling.

"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting, Madam." Tang Qian walked over, took Ye Qingmiao's small hand, and led her to sit down at the table. He then turned to look at Chu Xia, who was standing to the side, and asked, "Where is my nuptial wine with Qingmiao?"

"Please wait a moment, sir. I'll go get it now."

Chu Xia turned around, went to the long table by the window, and brought over a wooden plate.

When Tang Qian saw that there were no other drinking vessels on the wooden tray besides two small bowls, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes as he looked at Ye Qingmiao: "Where's the wine?"

"Here it is." Ye Qingmiao's lips curled up as she bent down and reached under the table to pull out a wine jar.

Ignoring Tang Qian, who was already stunned, Ye Qingmiao slapped off the seal on the wine jar, took a wine ladle, scooped out a spoonful of yellowish-brown wine, and filled the small bowls in front of the two of them.

"My Ye family's ancestral home is Huzhou City in Jiangnan East Road. Although the whole family moved to Guangling, we have not abandoned the customs and traditions of our hometown. This jar of Daughter Red wine was brewed by my father when I was born and buried under the camphor tree in the backyard for a full eighteen years. Now is the time when the aroma of the wine is the strongest. Please, my husband, drink with me."

"Wait...wait a minute." Ye Qingmiao's actions made Tang Qian's face turn green instantly. Thinking about the hangover he had suffered from last night, a surge of alcohol suddenly rose from the soles of his feet and went straight to his head. If he hadn't eaten nothing during the day, he would have vomited right now.

"I am not from Jiangnan, nor do I understand your customs. I wonder how we should drink this jar of wine together?"

Ye Qingmiao blinked her bright eyes, seemingly not understanding why Tang Qian asked such a question: "Naturally, I drank it."

Sure enough, Ye Qingmiao's beauty comes at the cost of her intelligence. How could they possibly drink a whole jar of yellow wine, weighing a full ten jin? Are they even going to get into their bridal chamber? Even if someone with a high alcohol tolerance manages to retain some rationality by the end, the sheer smell of alcohol in the room won't create even the slightest bit of romance.

While Tang Qian was still thinking of something to say, Ye Qingmiao had already held up the two small bowls in front of him: "We should at least drink this cup of nuptial wine, shouldn't we?"

Yes, since it's their wedding, Tang Qian absolutely cannot refuse this toast.

Left with no other choice, Tang Qian took the small bowl, put his right hand around Ye Qingmiao's neck, placed the bowl to Ye Qingmiao's lips, fed her half a bowl, and then drank the rest himself.

Ye Qingmiao followed the same method, and the nuptial wine was considered drunk.

Although the alcohol concentration of the rice wine was not high, the wine with a slight medicinal aroma still made Tang Qian almost vomit. He had to swallow several times before he was able to swallow all the wine in his mouth.

But if Tang Qian were to drink again, he would really make a fool of himself.

"Qingmiao, look, it's really not fun for just the two of us to drink like this, one bowl after another. Why don't we call Xi'er over? After all, it's the three of us getting married today, so we should share the joy."

"No, this is the Daughter's Red wine my father brewed for me. Only my husband and I can drink it." Ye Qingmiao's expression darkened, and her words carried a hint of grievance. "I've already shared you with the two of them. Do you expect me to give up the only thing that truly belongs to me? Aren't you being too unfair?"

"Pretend I didn't say that." Seeing that the other person was about to cry, Tang Qian hurriedly comforted him, but he really couldn't drink anymore. He couldn't stand even the slightest smell of alcohol now.

"Drinking with just the two of us is really boring. How about this, let's play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever loses drinks? What do you think, my wife?"

“What you say makes sense, my husband.” Ye Qingmiao also felt that couples sometimes need to create some fun. “Then let’s do it.”

He thought he could escape this calamity, but the result really broke Tang Qian.

Three times in a row, Tang Qian's gestures were completely suppressed by Ye Qingmiao. He pinched his nose and drank three bowls of wine, and his temper flared up.

"I'm not convinced, let's go again."

It's unclear whether Ye Qingmiao can read minds, but in the following battles, Tang Qian consistently lost more than he won. Half of the ten-plus jin of wine was gone, with seventy percent of it ending up in Tang Qian's stomach.

Using the excuse of going to the toilet, Tang Qian vomited violently in the outhouse. He then asked Chu Xia to prepare some hangover tea to rinse his mouth. After recovering, Tang Qian said that the betting game should continue.

"Let's try a different game, fifty-five, I'll teach you."