Lady Ye intended to have her daughter and son-in-law stay the night, as it was dark and the capital of Yingtang Kingdom had no curfew, but she didn’t want her children walking at night.
Late at night, Ye Hui sat in Lady Ye’s room chatting privately.
Ye Hui suppressed her laughter: “It’s getting late, I should go back to my room to sleep, Mother. I’ve missed you these past few days. Why don’t you accompany me to my room and we can have a heart-to-heart chat?” She wasn’t sure where the original Ye Hui’s bedroom was, so she coyly pleaded.
Madam Ye was overjoyed, touching her daughter’s nose: “My daughter has gotten married and her little mouth has become sweeter. You really know how to make your mother happy.”
Mother and daughter left the room, walking side by side towards a boudoir behind the main house.
“Hui’er, let me ask you,” Madam Ye whispered in her daughter’s ear, “Have you consummated your marriage with Yu Hang?” As a mother, she was always concerned about her daughter’s marital happiness.
Ye Hui’s heart trembled slightly, and she nodded shyly.
“I know that as a wife, consummation is inevitable, but I can’t help but ask,” Madam Ye sighed: “This is good. Mo Qi and A De have waited for you for years. Now that you’ve consummated with Yu Hang, it should be their turn.”
Madam Ye’s education of her daughter was based on her own experiences. Her family was very traditional, believing that even if a woman had multiple concubines, the first intimate encounter should be reserved for the legitimate husband, mainly to gain respect from the husband’s family.
Ye Hui was prepared for a life with multiple partners but didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly.
Madam Ye became energetic: “Why don’t we strike while the iron is hot and have Mo Qi sleep in the room tonight? The child is pitiful, orphaned since childhood, picked up from the roadside and raised for so many years. I’ve always seen him as half a son. If it weren’t for his low birth, I’d really want him to be your concubine.”
