In the Northern Song Dynasty, he started by marrying the eighth daughter of the Su family.

Han Zhi had drunk quite a bit, but for some reason, his eyes remained clear. Looking up, he saw that it was already late and smiled as he responded to the still-entertaining guests:

"Distinguished guests, thank you for coming today. However, the bride has not yet had dinner, so I need to go and deliver some food."

The guests then said, "The groom is in a hurry and doesn't want to give us guests any face!"

"You flatter me, sir. To express my apology, I will drink three more cups as punishment." With that, he picked up his wine cup and drank three cups in one gulp.

"it is good!"

The guests began to applaud and offer their congratulations. Even when Han Zhi went to the kitchen to fetch food, he was escorted along. Then, they escorted him all the way from the kitchen to the bridal chamber, and the guests were very polite, not spilling any food.

They returned to their new house, and Han Zhi went inside, placing the food on the table. Su Zhen was sitting on the edge of the bed, still dressed, holding one of Han Zhi's favorite books, reading as well.

Noticing Han Zhi's return, she looked up and heard him say, "Come and eat. I reckon you haven't had anything to eat in all this time."

"You're very kind, sir."

Su Zhen smiled, picked up the book, and walked over. At this moment, Han Zhi was still worried that the guests would make a ruckus in the bridal chamber, so he subconsciously looked towards the door, but now that everyone was gone, he seemed to have forgotten about it.

"What's wrong, sir? Have all the guests left?" Su Zhen asked, standing beside him.

"Not yet, but it will be soon." Han Zhi closed the door, pulled Su Zhen to sit at the table, and personally placed the food and dishes in front of her.

"Eat quickly. If it's not to your liking, I'll get you some more, Eighth Sister," Han Zhi said with a smile as he sat down beside her.

"Ah."

……

Su Zhen ate very slowly, while Han Zhi sat on the bed, holding the book Su Zhen had just been reading, and was also reading it himself.

He didn't know when, but Su Zhen had returned to his side and softly called out:

"Official?"

Han Zhi looked up slightly and met Su Zhen's eyes. He immediately thought her eyes were beautiful. He subconsciously reached out and pulled her to sit beside him.

"My lord, look at this." Su Zhen then placed another scroll in Han Zhi's hand.

Han Zhi took the scroll, opened it, and found it to be a long poem:

"Why does this heart feel so cold, like the deep autumn? Frosty whiteness lingers, a silent vigil is desired, but words cannot be written. Lingering snow covers the path, a solitary shadow reflects the icy desolation. Looking back, we once held hands, the south wind was gentle... Wings frozen, red silk hidden in heaven and earth, deep feelings, this heart, cannot find its way home."

Han Zhi felt that the lyrics were somewhat similar to the "Song of Xizhou," so he asked, "This is..."

“Since you composed the poem ‘West Island Song,’ I will respond with the poem ‘South Wind Song,’” Su Zhen said.

"But ultimately, his talent was insufficient to replicate the artistic conception; he only filled in the missing meaning in the official's poem."

"Meaning? What meaning?" Han Zhi blinked and asked.

Su Zhen said, "That poem, 'Xizhou Qu,' though about love, contains a hint of unrequited love. But now that I am married to you, I don't understand why you would not be able to have what you desire."

Han Zhi placed the scroll beside his pillow, then took Su Zhen's hand and said, "I did not get to see Ba ​​Niang before, but I have now."

Su Zhen was taken aback, her face flushing instantly. Her clear, bright eyes darted around, unsure where to look. She glanced furtively at Han Zhi, who was also watching her intently.

"Official..."

"what happened?"

"It's...it's time for sex..." Su Zhen blushed and blurted out the words as if possessed.

She looked at Han Zhi, who was also blushing slightly. She carefully pressed her face against his, placing it on his lips, but it was like a dragonfly skimming the water—she touched him and then withdrew.

"Did you rest well yesterday, my lord?"

"Okay...that's good..." Han Zhi's mind went blank after Su Zhen's kiss.

"That's good."

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted up and placed on Han Zhi's lap. She wanted to back away, but her body was held tightly by his embrace. Helpless, she could only remove the flower crown from her head, toss it off the bed, and submit to him.

"Official..."

"Ok?"

"Never let me down..."

After saying the last sentence, they remained silent all night. The lamplight burned for a long time, and the lovers, like water and milk blending together, entwined in tender affection.

……

At dawn, the newlyweds were about to get up. Han Zhi got up first, quickly dressed himself, and then took out clothes he had prepared in advance from the wardrobe and put them on the bed.

"Ba Niang?"

Han Zhi called out softly, but Su Zhen remained huddled under the covers, only her eyes showing.

"It's time to get up. We need to go and celebrate with the adults and mother first. If you want to rest when you come back, you can go back to sleep."

"Um……"

Su Zhen slowly got up, pulling the blanket over herself as she did so. Han Zhi then leaned in and kissed her again before turning away, saying:

"I'm going to wash up. Eighth Aunt has changed her clothes and is waiting for me in the room."

"it is good."

After confirming that Han Zhi had left, she lifted the covers, revealing her flushed face, and took out a white silk handkerchief. She tucked it under her pillow before putting on her clothes.

However, just as I was about to get out of bed, I felt my legs were a little weak and almost fell.

She supported herself on the bed, slowly stood up, and then pulled the silk handkerchief from under the pillow. Seeing the "spot of red" on it, she immediately remembered what had happened last night and couldn't help but curse again:

"What a shameless rascal..."

She shook her head, then, with some support, walked to the dressing table, took out a box, and put the silk handkerchief inside. Next, she took a silk cord, tied it up, and placed it in the innermost spot.

Yueping and the other maids outside had been waiting for a long time. With her keen ears, Yueping heard a noise coming from inside the house and came to the front of the house.

She knocked on the door first and asked, "Wife?"

Su Zhen subconsciously responded, "Go in."

Yueping entered with a group of maids, then bowed deeply to Su Zhen:

"Greetings, madam."

Su Zhen met the woman at the head of the group and asked, "Who are you?"

“I am your personal maid, named Yueping, and I serve you and your wife.”

Su Zhen nodded, and then Yueping said, "My lord instructed us to come and take care of my wife and help her with her makeup."

Su Zhen nodded again, and Yue Ping led the maids up to dress Su Zhen. Soon, Su Zhen looked at herself in the mirror, her hair styled in a bun, adorned with hairpins and various hair ornaments.

Then, two more maids came in and personally helped Su Zhen wash and groom himself. After Su Zhen was finished being served, Yueping explained from the side:

"Today is the first day since the lady entered the family. We maids have come to pay our respects so that the lady can recognize us. Therefore, we are performing this ceremony."

At this moment, Su Zhen was pulled in front of the mirror by several maids and was being helped to put on makeup.

"Does my lady prefer light or heavy makeup?" a maid asked.

"Light makeup is fine."

Following instructions, the maids continued applying their makeup. After a short while, they stopped, seemingly having finished.

After the maids around her withdrew, she subconsciously looked towards the door, where Han Zhi was already standing.