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Three days until the wedding, and life seems to be joyfully waiting, stepping into a brand new phase.
Ever since autumn arrived, ever since I found love, every moment of my life has been changing, transforming me into a better version of myself. If every night before I sleep, I can look forward to the dawn of a new day, I can't imagine a happier state than this.
The wedding will take place on Wanzi Mountain, where Ye Liuhui grew up. Right now, I am in my room on Wanzi Mountain.
Alone.
Just today, Nie Qiuyuan and I were separated.
These days, Qiu has been keeping a close watch on me. Every night before I sleep, he sits by my bedside, quietly waiting for me to fall asleep before he leaves. By the time I wake up the next morning, he has already arrived early, greeting me with a smile brighter than the morning light, ready to usher in a brand new beautiful day.
Sweet and clingy days that feel like being conjoined twins; it's an indescribable satisfaction. Being so close to him allows me to understand him a little more each day. With every new understanding, my admiration for him grows just a bit more.
My idol, Nie Qiuyuan—his calm contemplation and sharp decisiveness in handling matters is the most attractive sight. In those moments, he appears steady, intelligent, and reliable. Yet there’s another side to him that remains hidden; he can be mischievous at times—curious, interesting, passionate, and full of fervor.
What was once mere distant admiration has turned into an irresistible desire for more.
But just three days before the wedding, the conjoined twin that clung to me was forcibly pulled away and cast aside—no longer allowed to be with me.
The only one capable of such boldness is undoubtedly Second Sister Qianrihong.
Although Second Mother is not Ye Liuhui's biological mother, I can feel her deep affection for Ye Liuhui. Second Mother has a fiery and straightforward personality that resonates with me; I really like her.
I wonder if it’s the syndrome of marrying off a daughter that has made Second Mother even more fierce than usual.
Yesterday, our group returned to Wanzi Mountain. Besides Melan, we also brought Lin Jiu and Wang Jinzhi along. When Second Mother saw Qiu carrying me down from the carriage, she immediately became furious.
“Nie Qiuyuan! After all these years, how could you be such a frivolous person? You’re not even married yet! Men and women shouldn’t have physical contact; what kind of behavior is this?!”
She was clearly scolding Qiu, but wasn’t she scolding me as well?
Nie Qiuyuan quickly lowered his head humbly, repeatedly acknowledging his fault while Second Mother lectured him. He secretly winked at me during her tirade. I found it amusing; when did our Mountain Bandit become so concerned about traditional etiquette?
“Nie Qiuyuan, do you think just because you've been in the mountains for a long time and have power, you can look down on us, Mother and Daughter? Marriage is a serious matter; it cannot be treated so casually! We, the Liuying family, do not blame you for not giving anything, but you cannot go too far! You returned three days early; do you think this is a joke?”
Qiu was truly facing her nemesis this time. No matter whether she presented facts or reasoned with him, whether she nodded in agreement or spoke sweetly, nothing worked. In the end, Second Mother elegantly waved her hand:
“The third day is an auspicious date. During these three days, you must follow some rules and are not allowed to see Liuying. Liuying will stay in her own room; you can stay halfway up the mountain. You are not allowed to come up during these three days!”
Halfway up the mountain was where the patrol post and duty room of Wanzi Mountain were located. Without realizing it, Nie Qiuyuan found himself melancholically sent to the duty room to serve his shift on the eve of his wedding.
After the constables of Yichuan County stared in disbelief as they sent Nie Qiuyuan away, Second Mother took my hand and led me back to my room, explaining the reasons for her actions.
“Liuying, you still don’t understand. Men should not be overly indulged; they must not be allowed to do as they please. The moment I saw you today, I knew you had been too compliant with him; this will make him indifferent to you.”
I thought to myself that Second Mother might have misjudged this time, but I couldn’t voice my thoughts and could only nod in agreement.
“Liuying, your final choice is Qiu Yuan. To be honest, Second Mother is a bit surprised. However, it’s still good; entrusting you to him means your father can rest easy knowing you are taken care of.”
As she spoke, Second Mother choked up again.
We chatted a bit longer before she left, leaving me alone in the room.
As night fell, I began to spend my first night alone after parting from Qiu. In reality, being apart for just two or three short hours wasn’t a big deal; as the saying goes, “Don’t let a new marriage be spoiled by separation!” But upon reflection, were we really newlyweds?
I sat in front of the vanity, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, filled with mixed emotions. After all my efforts to come to the Tang Dynasty, was my dream finally about to come true?
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared behind me in the mirror.
I was startled and nearly jumped up. The person quickly covered my mouth.
Upon closer inspection in the mirror—oh, it was Qiu!
That sly fellow! After just a few hours apart, he had followed me here. Did he really think I was that unreliable?
He released his hand, and when I turned around, he smiled faintly at me.
"I miss you so much," he said.
"Stop joking!" I scolded. "Second Mother wants you to stay put, so just behave and stay down the mountain for a while. I've told you so many times, I'm not going anywhere!"
"I really want to see you," he said with a smile, gently stroking my cheek. "Let's not let them know."
"Sigh, I can't do anything about you. Fine, stay for a bit, but you need to hurry back down the mountain!"
Qiu obediently nodded and found a place to sit beside me. Suddenly, I remembered something, and I found his visit quite interesting now.
"Hmm, listen... you were quite capable all along, keeping so many things from me!"
"Oh? I've told you everything you wanted to know; there's nothing I've hidden from you."
"Listen, you're really good at washing clothes and cooking; why didn't you tell me?"
"Oh? Is that so? I had no idea!"
"Stop pretending!" I pulled out a piece of clothing from the cabinet and tossed it into his hands. "There was a tear in this before; sew it up for me. If it's done well, the girl will be happy, and who knows, there might even be a red envelope for you!"
He furrowed his brow as he tried to understand what I meant.
"Nie Qiuyuan, has your intelligence quotient dropped today? I've explained what 'red envelope' means to you before; how come you don't understand it now?"
The corners of Qiu's lips curled up slightly.
"I don't want a red envelope; I want something else. Is that okay?"
"Quit talking nonsense!" I tossed him the needle and thread kit as well.
He caught the kit gracefully but hesitated. "Are you sure... I should be able to do this?"
I shot him a glare. He then smiled wryly and said, "Alright, alright, I'll sew."
I stared at him in astonishment as he took a moment to think, then deftly threaded the needle at a speed I could barely see, skillfully taking up a comfortable position to mend the clothes with remarkable professionalism.
Watching the extraordinarily handsome man sew was truly a unique sensory experience, and I found myself mesmerized. Perhaps it was because he was about to become a groom, but there seemed to be something different about Qiu; his movements appeared more precise than usual, yet his demeanor was more carefree and unrestrained.
He looked so dashing, exuding an indescribable charm.
Oh my gosh, is it really such a terrible thing to be captivated by my husband's beauty?
In less than ten minutes, he had finished mending the clothes and handed them over, asking, "How does this look?"
I looked down in surprise and discovered that the stitches were so fine that it was nearly impossible to see where the repairs had been made. Even a professional tailor might not achieve such a level of skill!
He was truly impressive; I admired him deeply.
My affection for him surged from within, and I suddenly felt gentle again.
"Have you had dinner yet?" I asked softly.
He shook his head.
I poked his forehead with my finger: "Hide this here for a while; just don't let anyone find out. But with your skills, I'm sure you won't be discovered!"
I wasn't sure if it was my current appearance that looked rather cute, but he smiled happily and nodded obediently.
Nothing is more thrilling than secretly planning an appointment behind someone's back, and at such moments, nothing is more romantic than a candlelit dinner.
The skills I had worked so hard to learn were now finally put to use!
Using various means, I managed to gather ingredients from the kitchen and commandeered the stove. With the most reasonable arrangement, I prepared four dishes in the shortest time possible and even procured a jar of wine.
The four dishes I made with the available ingredients were Salt-Grilled River Fish, Tomato Braised Beef Brisket, Vinaigrette Vegetable Salad, and Rose Omelette—all quite Western in style. Fortunately, the chef on the mountain had already stewed the brisket beforehand, so all four dishes were completed in under an hour.
I locked the door, spread out a large scarf on the table, arranged the food and wine, and added a vase with flowers. It was now the fifth month of the lunar calendar; unfortunately, peony season had passed. Nothing suited an evening table better than peonies—their lush beauty could evoke deep thoughts. But without peonies, I could only gather some wildflowers from the mountain to arrange instead.
The male god looked at me as I did all of this, his eyes lighting up. He smiled at me, calmly accepting what I had prepared for him.
"Are you hungry? Go ahead and eat!" I handed the chopsticks to him.
In truth, I had already eaten, but that didn't stop me from sitting across from him, sharing a candlelit dinner.
How perfect it would be if there were tall glasses filled with red wine on the table, casting ambiguous colors in the candlelight.
"This is really delicious. It’s made from ordinary ingredients, yet it tastes like nothing I've ever had before," he exclaimed in admiration.
"What do you mean? This is just the beginning! I can make so much more, and every meal will be different!" I said excitedly, making grand promises.
"If every meal could be like this, perhaps there would truly be nothing to regret," Qiu seemed to be talking to himself.
"What do you mean? That's so random!" I scolded him, raising my bowl filled with wine to clink it against his.
As we ate, we chatted happily. Qiu was particularly talkative today, sharing many interesting stories from the world outside—stories he had never told me before. I found it puzzling; after spending so much time together, why hadn’t he shared these fascinating tales earlier?
Qiu ate elegantly, yet he polished off everything I had made, which gave me a great sense of accomplishment. After a satisfying meal and plenty of wine, the night deepened. In the past, he would always stay by my side watching me fall asleep, and the atmosphere was always relaxed. But tonight, something felt off about him. As we sat facing each other in the candlelight, the air in the room suddenly became charged with ambiguity.
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