I Got Together with the Goddess [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 28

As they were nearly at the main hall, another great commotion erupted behind them. The two stopped in their tracks. Jiang Yiqing heard a servant say, “The Imperial Commissioner has arrived.” What would the Imperial Commissioner be doing here at this hour?

Soon, the Imperial Commissioner, Lord Dong, arrived accompanied by soldiers. They were all dressed in festive red. The soldiers carried no weapons; instead, they held fresh flowers and fruit trays. The soldiers following behind carried dozens of chests wrapped in red silk and adorned with “Double Happiness” characters.

“These are gifts from His Majesty for the newlyweds. Please accept them,” Lord Dong said.

Si Xuansu replied, “I shall keep His Majesty’s profound kindness engraved in my heart. Thank you for your trouble, Lord Dong.”

“You are too polite; this is what you both deserve.”

For an Emperor to send wedding gifts to a subordinate was a novel occurrence; no one had ever heard of such a thing. From this, one could see the importance the Emperor placed on the two of them.

When Lord Dong first saw Jiang Yiqing, knowing her merchant background, he assumed she would never amount to much. He never expected she would be a woman, nor that she could remain so calm and composed while speaking fluently before the Emperor in the Golden Chime Hall. He couldn’t help but drastically change his opinion of her.

The matter of the rebellion had been uncovered by her and Si Xuansu together. Since meeting her, Si Xuansu’s fortune had become incredibly strong, attaining the rank of a First-Class Marquis at a young age with continuous imperial favor. This momentum was unmatched among the officials; it would not be an exaggeration to say she had brought great glory to the Si family ancestors.

Currently, Jiang Yiqing’s dowry filled the Marquis’s manor, and the wedding procession was like a long dragon. He had seen it on his way there; it was not inferior to any princely or noble house.

He then turned to Jiang Yiqing and said, “Miss Jiang, the words this official spoke back then—this official takes them back.”

As the bride, Jiang Yiqing, had to remain reserved and found it inconvenient to reply, so she simply nodded.

“Back then, I said you would be hard-pressed to achieve greatness. It was my own lack of insight. Who says daughters are inferior to sons? You two are both paragons among women. I wish you a century of harmony and eternal unity of heart.”

Jiang Yiqing nodded again, and Si Xuansu said, “I thank you for your auspicious words on Yiqing’s behalf.”

Strength is everything; with strength, one can reverse the opinions of others. Jiang Yiqing thought to herself that she must use the system more in the future to enhance her strength. Only then could she remain forever undefeated and live in harmony with Si Xuansu for a hundred years.

After seeing off the Imperial Commissioner, the crowd escorted the two toward the main hall. Along the way, the ritual officer recited ancient verses filled with blessings. Stepping over the threshold, they saw the General father-in-law and Madam Si sitting in the hall. Under the direction of the master of ceremonies, Jiang Yiqing and Si Xuansu performed the bowing rites.

First bow to Heaven and Earth; second bow to the elderly and ancestral tablets; third bow to each other.

With the ceremony complete, the crowd escorted them to the bridal chamber. The marriage contract was placed on the central table. The two walked over and read it aloud: “Thrice blessed by fate, hearts joined as one; in life or in death, to you I am sworn.” The two applied their seals, and the ritual officer then framed the contract.

Finally, Zhi Gui and Zhi Li closed the doors, leading everyone away to drink the wedding wine.

Although everyone was extremely curious about the situation inside the bridal chamber, since the owners would not allow them to watch, they went to eat with laughter and jests. However, the food at the General’s manor was delicious and savory, and the wedding wine was mellow and potent; once they began eating and drinking, they could no longer worry about anything else.

It wasn’t the first time the two had shared a room, but Jiang Yiqing had never been as nervous as she was at this moment. This was the most nerves she had ever been; she felt as though her legs had turned to jelly.

Si Xuansu supported her as she sat on the edge of the bed. It was only a few steps, yet Jiang Yiqing felt as though they had walked for a very long time.

Si Xuansu pulled a prepared box from her robe. Previously, she had asked what gift Yiqing wanted most, and Yiqing had said a ring.

Si Xuansu had spent a heavy sum to have two pure gold rings crafted by the capital’s top jewelry shop. The names of the two were engraved on the back, while the front featured a pattern of intertwined branches.

The two sat facing each other. Si Xuansu was impatient to see her face and used the “Happiness Scale” to lift the red veil. Though her hand was steady, her heart was a tangled mess.

As they gazed at each other face-to-face, they stared for a while, neither spoke.

After a long time, Si Xuansu rose to bring the cups of “Cross-Cupped Wine” from the table. She sat back down beside her and handed her a cup.

Holding the wine cup, Jiang Yiqing remembered that last time they had simply drunk it down. The “Cross-Cupped Wine” was supposed to involve interlocking arms.

What should she do? Should she reach out to hook Si Xuansu’s arm?

While she was lost in thought, Si Xuansu took the initiative to hook her arm and said softly, “Yiqing, spacing out won’t do.”

Jiang Yiqing snapped back to reality, her face flushing slightly. She said, “I… it wasn’t on purpose. To be precise, I was thinking about you.”

“So that’s how it is,” Si Xuansu laughed softly.

With arms linked, the two drank the half-cups of wine. Si Xuansu took the opportunity to slide the ring onto Jiang Yiqing’s finger.

Jiang Yiqing’s fingers began to tremble. Finally, Si Xuansu held her hand as they finished the wine. In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in an embrace and kissed.

Jiang Yiqing felt her whole body burning, her head dizzy and heavy. She remembered that the wedding wine last time hadn’t been like this.

Si Xuansu shed her garments, caressing every inch of her skin, worshipping her with kisses. She said, “Yiqing, you are so hot.”

Jiang Yiqing used her lips to kiss Si Xuansu’s hand. Si Xuansu felt as if a kitten were rubbing against her palm—both itchy and sweet. This sensation fermented in her heart; a certain emotion she had always constrained and restrained with logic finally erupted uncontrollably.

When Jiang Yiqing lifted her head from Si Xuansu’s hand, she realized that at some point, she had been pulled by the waist to lean against her. The two were under the quilt, intimate and inseparable.

Si Xuansu’s face slowly approached her. Jiang Yiqing’s lips were touched lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water. Before she could react, her lips were pried open. Si Xuansu’s breath ravaged the depths of her teeth and lips, leaving her no room to breathe.

That clear fragrance, mixed with the fire-like scent of wine, caused Jiang Yiqing to lose all resistance. Unknowingly, Si Xuansu’s silken hair hung on either side of her, tangling with her own ink-black hair. That jade-white face was no longer its usual dignified and calm self, and her eyes no longer held any peace; instead, they were churning with an endless tide of passion.

Si Xuansu finally released Jiang Yiqing’s lips. Jiang Yiqing struggled to steady her breathing, but then her earlobe was lightly bitten. Jiang Yiqing’s shoulders shrank. She only heard Si Xuansu whispering in her ear; the voice, reaching the depths of her eardrums, made her feel both itchy and numb, almost unbearable. The heat in her body became even harder to endure.

“Yiqing, my wife,” Si Xuansu’s voice seemed to resonate deep within her ears.

Jiang Yiqing moaned, saying, “Xuansu… wifey.”

Si Xuansu leaned down, moving toward that place that could bring Yiqing joy. The hand that usually held a sword was extremely steady. With just a touch, Jiang Yiqing couldn’t help but let out a long, drawn-out cry.

The treasure she held in her palm, a lovely creature molded from jade, was panting and yearning for her. Tonight, she was destined to be crumbled by her, pampered by her; she would let her feel endless pleasure.