“Miss, you’ve just met Hundred Flowers, isn’t it too soon to get married?” Crystal asked gently, though her voice trembled.
“No, I regained my powers with the help of Hundred Flowers,” Xiaotu replied seriously.
Everyone was surprised; he was the famous Hundred Flowers Immortal, no wonder he exuded such an enchanting floral scent. He was the “Lover of Five Realms,” admired by many goddesses and fairies.
“But Miss, we’ve just moved in, and we don’t have time to prepare for the wedding today,” Coco said anxiously, though it was clear he was thrilled.
Xiaotu didn’t catch on: “Yes, Hundred Flowers, shall we postpone it for a couple of days?”
Seeing Hundred Flowers’ face darken further, the four maidens quickly intervened, “No problem, we can consummate the marriage first, then have the ceremony.” They didn’t want to delay their “Hug the Princess Plan.”
“Yes, girl, let’s go to the bridal chamber,” Hundred Flowers scooped up Xiaotu and dashed towards the bedroom. Timi Sula and the others exchanged grateful smiles, their faces flushing with excitement, “The princess will surely inherit the beauty of both her parents.”
That night, in the bedroom, Xiaotu waved her hand, and a bridal suite appeared. A red bed veiled by a scarlet canopy, tall dragon and phoenix candles casting a soft glow, adding a touch of romance to the quiet room. Xiaotu wore a red floor-length gown with gold embroidery, semi-transparent innerwear reminiscent of the Tang Dynasty style, her long hair pinned up with a cherry blossom hairpin, strands of purple hair falling seductively.
Hundred Flowers watched his bride, his eyes glued to her; he had designed this wedding attire since the moment he first saw her, imagining countless times how she would look in it. Yet, she was even more enchanting than he had envisioned.
Xiaotu also admired her groom. He had always been stunning in red, but today, he radiated happiness and confidence, looking even more handsome.
Holding a wine cup, Xiaotu said, “Hundred Flowers, Timi Sula said we should drink the nuptial wine, so let’s drink.”
After the nuptial wine, Hundred Flowers gazed deeply into Xiaotu’s eyes, pulling her into his embrace, “Girl, I am your Hundred Flowers from now on, call me Hundred Flowers, not brother.”
“Yes.” She was lost in his tender gaze, unable to escape. His lips pressed down, their kiss deepening as candlelight flickered, the red veil tent filled with growing affection. He kissed her passionately, his lips teasing, sucking, and biting, making her moan softly beneath him.
“Stop, Hundred Flowers, you said I’d be on top, you on the bottom,” she protested with a shy pout.
“We’ll talk about that later,” his voice husky with desire.
“No, uh…” Before she could finish, her words turned into enticing moans. In the new house, the atmosphere was filled with the warmth of spring. Inside the red gauzy canopy, passion burned like fire, as entwined bodies journeyed together to the paradise of desire. In the courtyard, four people looked up at the moon, their silhouettes exuding a sense of desolation. Meanwhile, in the pavilion, four maids were chatting with great enthusiasm.
Chapter Thirteen: The Wedding
Inside the red veil of the wedding bed, the two embraced in sleep. The moment Xiaotu opened her eyes, she was greeted by the breathtakingly beautiful face of her beloved, now radiant with joy, smiling brightly.
“Xiaotu, you’re awake,” he said, quickly and tenderly embracing her, his large hands gently massaging her sore waist, which ached from his “overly affectionate” attentions the night before. “Mmm… right there,” she sighed comfortably. “Gently, and a bit faster.” Her satisfied moans filled the room as the massage alleviated the soreness.
Outside the bedroom, a green-haired, blue-eyed boy with delicate features heard these soft, intermittent moans. His slender fingers pressed against his chest, pain overwhelming him to the point of suffocation. Tears, clear and pure like the finest crystals, fell from his reddened eyes, down his cheek, over his pale lips, and off his delicate chin, soaking his collar.
“Alright, that’s enough with the massage; we should get up,” Xiaotu said, stretching languidly.
“Well, someone seems to have forgotten that today is our big day,” he said, pulling her back into his embrace with a glance towards the door, deep in thought.
“Hmm? Oh, right…” Xiaotu scratched her head, still groggy.
“But my bride doesn’t seem very happy,” Bai Hua teased with a playful smile.
“Peach doesn’t seem happy; he’s crying outside the door, isn’t he?” she said, her voice muffled. She had sensed Peach’s sadness; after all, she was now a goddess with enhanced magical abilities, heightened hearing, and alertness. She knew from the moment he arrived at the door.
“So, you knew all along, huh? What are you planning to do?”
“Xiaotu can be cruel, right? Xiaotu can be bad, right?”
“Not at all, you shouldn’t say that about yourself. My Xiaotu is the kindest, most benevolent person in the world. You can actually make him happy,” Bai Hua said, showing great tolerance, perhaps because he loved her so deeply.
“Me? Can I really?” she asked incredulously.
“Silly girl, why not marry both of us?” he suggested, pulling out two sets of groom attire, his tone slightly sour.
“…” Xiaotu was completely dumbfounded. His love was so profound.
Seeing her stunned, Bai Hua could only smile wryly. She was so adorable, so excellent; how could he monopolize her? He only wanted to shower her with more love, to give her the best.
Xuan: Actually, actually, I think, Bai Hua, you’re really too devoted. Why not consider me? I promise I’ll only want you.
“Ah, Xiaotu, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and get dressed, and send the wedding clothes to Peach,” Bai Hua said, gently tapping her head with a chuckle.
“…Oh.” Xiaotu nodded blankly, her brain still rebooting from the shock.
Adorned with a cherry blossom tiara, a priceless treasure crafted from pearls of the Eastern Sea, gold glass from the Western Sea, top-grade colored diamonds from the Southern Sea, and millennium-old black ice from the Northern Sea, Xiaotu looked divine. Her purple waves cascaded down, adding to her noble aura. She wore a high-class golden silk dress, with an inner layer of white velvet crafted by seven fairies, adorned with dazzling “dragon scale pearl flakes” at the chest. Xiaotu appeared as an untouchable, holy goddess, her beauty beyond description.
After dressing, Xiaotu hurried to the door, leaving behind Bai Hua, whose eyes were filled with awe.
Curled up in the corner, Peach, smelling the familiar scent of cherry blossoms, opened his swollen, tear-filled eyes to see Xiaotu in her splendid wedding attire. His eyes, filled with admiration, also reflected deep pain. Today was her wedding, but he was not the groom. Earlier, the four elders had come to arrange the wedding, which only fueled his jealousy; now, seeing her in her goddess attire, dazzling, but not for him, tears fell uncontrollably.
“Miss, I’m happy for you, really, Peach isn’t crying,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“Peach, it’s my fault, I made you cry. Those beautiful eyes aren’t meant for crying; if you cry too much, you won’t be pretty. And who would marry you then?” Xiaotu consoled, using her magic to soothe his red eyes, vowing never to make this elf-like boy cry again.
“Miss, you…” Peach was at a loss for words.
“Yes, I, Ai Xiaotu, want to marry both Peach and Bai Hua,” she declared solemnly.
Upon hearing this, Peach, overwhelmed with joy, hugged Xiaotu and burst into tears, this time out of happiness.
