Traveling to the Ancient Times to Rely on Love and Marrying a Shadow After O - Chapter 1

This was a room imbued with an antique charm, now adorned with vibrant red silks. The red candles flickered slightly in an unseen breeze, their wavering light casting the shadow of the woman seated by the bed into a long, stretching silhouette.

“On this wedding night, has Sister Fu Yi gotten drunk?”

A delicate, almost whisper-like voice reached Fu Yi’s ears as she struggled to open her eyes.

Her entire body ached, accompanied by an unbearable, searing heat.

Fu Yi swayed as she pushed herself up from the hard floor, one hand gripping the nearby table for support, the other pressed to her throbbing head. The clamor of insects outside filled the air, but her mind could focus on only one thought: I’m so dizzy.

“Sister Fu Yi?”

This time, she finally managed to turn her gaze toward the source of the voice. There, on the grand crimson wedding bed, sat a figure. A bright red bridal veil covered her head, swaying faintly with her movements.

The veil was made of translucent gauze, and even though it obscured her face, Fu Yi could still vaguely make out the woman’s expression beneath it.

She didn’t look well. Her hands clutched tightly at the wide sleeves of her robe, and her shoulders rose and fell with each labored breath.

Under the warm glow of the candlelight, through the hazy veil, Fu Yi caught the glimmer of tears in the woman’s eyes.

What caught her even more off guard was that, in this atmosphere, the heat coursing through her own body inexplicably intensified.

The cicadas chirped outside clearly, it was summer.

Yet both women inside were dressed in thick layers, drenched in sweat.

“Sister Fu Yi,” The woman’s voice changed, growing even softer than before, trembling and sweet, as if deliberately trying to entice her.

The faint scent of osmanthus, out of season, permeated the air. Fu Yi began to pant, her thoughts scattered. Without much consideration, she asked the woman on the bed, “Aren’t you hot?”

Ye Xunshu stiffened. The effects of the drug were taking hold, and she was barely restraining herself from lunging at Fu Yi to demand what she craved. She bit down hard on her lower lip, not daring to make a sound.

Fu Yi expected the woman to nod, but she received no response. Deciding not to dwell on it, she began stripping off her own clothes instead.

The ancient wedding attire was thick and cumbersome, and Fu Yi struggled with the intricate ties and fastenings.

As the heavy garments fell away, leaving only a thin underrobe, the oppressive heat finally began to dissipate. Her mind cleared slightly, and with it came the memories of how she had arrived here.

She wasn’t from this world. Or rather, she was from the world above this one.

The realm she came from was known as the Upper Realm, where civilization had advanced rapidly, and people harnessed spiritual energy to create entertainment devices like phones and computers. In contrast, the Lower Realm where she now found herself was scarce in spiritual energy, its development severely lagging.

She had once been a celebrity in the Upper Realm’s entertainment industry. But during a live broadcast, the spiritual energy powering the equipment suddenly surged, causing a short circuit. A burst of stray electricity had coursed through her, first numbing her with pain before everything went black.

When she awoke, she was here.

Seeing the old-fashioned wedding attire and the room’s furnishings, Fu Yi was almost certain this was the Lower Realm.

And she was currently marrying the woman before her?

Though she still didn’t understand how she had suddenly ended up in the Lower Realm, the increasingly potent scent of osmanthus in the room forcibly derailed her train of thought.

In just a short while, her body felt even hotter than before.

Fu Yi belatedly realized something was amiss.

It was summer, where was this osmanthus fragrance coming from?

And this inexplicable, oppressive heat it definitely wasn’t due to the weather…

That’s right.

If she remembered correctly, apart from the differences in civilization between the lower realm and the upper realm, the physiological makeup of humans also seemed to differ.

For some reason, as this thought crossed her mind, she slowly, hesitantly raised her hand and felt around the back of her neck.

Then, she gave it a light pinch.

“Ah!”

Instantly, an indescribable tingling sensation spread through her entire body, like an electric shock, yet not quite the same. It didn’t hurt much more than anything, it was a kind of stimulation, the kind that left her excited after the initial sting.

The drug had fully taken effect. Ye Xunshu had waited too long and was already teetering on the edge of collapse.

Uncontrollable pheromones flooded the room. Ye Xunshu’s voice trembled with tears as she struggled to lift her weakened arms to cover her mouth and nose. Before she could even lift her veil, she collapsed onto the bed.

“Sister save me, please save Xunshu.”

Fu Yi hadn’t realized that her own pheromones had long since spiraled out of control.

They had been released under the influence of Ye Xunshu’s pheromones.

Coupled with the pinch she had just given her own scent gland, the concentration of Alpha pheromones in the room was now nearly lethal to Ye Xunshu.

The summer cicadas fell silent. Consciousness blurred, and the trembling, tearful voice was the most potent aphrodisiac at this moment. A nearly instinctive reaction told Fu Yi that if she just walked over now and bit down on that person’s scent gland, she would feel immensely relieved.

The thought flickered in her mind, her eyes gleaming with unconcealed desire.

The red candles flickered, the wind carrying the scent of the sea, swirling with fragile osmanthus petals as they fell, making the fragrance of lust even sweeter, even more cloying.

“Mmm…”

As Fu Yi drew closer, Ye Xunshu finally couldn’t hold back a soft, delicate moan. The sound reached Fu Yi’s ears like a scorching invitation.

Even through the red veil, Fu Yi could see the tears brimming in Ye Xunshu’s eyes.

As the inheritor of the Ye family’s excellent genes, Ye Xunshu’s beauty was beyond reproach. Her delicate lips pressed together slightly beneath the veil, like a shy kitten feigning reluctance. Fu Yi clenched her own hand, forcing her gaze away from that face.

Ye Xunshu, as an Omega, had a petite figure. Combined with the ancient custom of waist-binding for women from a young age, even the loose wedding robes couldn’t hide the slender curve of her waist, accentuated by nothing more than a thin sash.

If she were to pinch it, it would surely be incredibly soft.

The thought lingered stubbornly in Fu Yi’s mind. Ye Xunshu squirmed against the bedsheets beneath her, every unconscious movement tugging at Fu Yi’s heart.

“The wedding chamber.” Ye Xunshu covered her nose, struggling to speak. “The drug, the antidote or the wedding chamber.”

Fu Yi’s mind burned, as if she had grasped the key point. “What antidote?”

“Sister, save Xunshu, please!” Ye Xunshu was already delirious. Seeing the “antidote” right before her, she reached out to grab Fu Yi.

Fu Yi sensed danger and immediately recoiled, but not before Ye Xunshu’s fingers brushed against her arm.

Both of them were on the verge of snapping. If Fu Yi hadn’t moved, it might have been fine but that slight evasion, that soft graze against her arm, sent a wave of heat through her body. Driven by instinct, she pounced onto the bed, pinning Ye Xunshu’s wrists above her head.

Ye Xunshu had no strength to resist, nor did she wish to. Fu Yi lifted her veil, and the sight of the other’s reddened eyes sent her pheromones spiraling out of control once more.

Ye Xunshu let out a pained moan, writhing restlessly as tears streamed down her face.

In her dazed state, Fu Yi’s gaze remained fixed on Ye Xunshu while one hand slid downward, tugging at the sash around her waist.

Knowing she was about to receive the “antidote,” Ye Xunshu, despite her torment, managed a faint smile in her direction.

Fu Yi abruptly froze, suddenly realizing what she was doing.

She couldn’t do this.

She wasn’t the original owner of this body. She shouldn’t take possession of this person like this.

But…

That faint smile Ye Xunshu gave her, eyes tinged red even without the influence of pheromones, Fu Yi wasn’t sure she could hold back.

Noticing the pause in the other’s movements, Ye Xunshu’s smile faltered slightly. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“…” Fu Yi lowered her head, turning her face away to avoid looking at Ye Xunshu.

Ye Xunshu whimpered softly a few more times. Fu Yi’s face flushed as she suppressed her racing heart, her voice hoarse. “You mentioned earlier, an antidote.”

“Where is it?”

If Ye Xunshu was asking her for it, then it was likely she had been the one to administer it. Fu Yi didn’t know what kind of person the original owner of this body had been, but the current Fu Yi herself would never do something like drugging another person.

“I don’t know.” Ye Xunshu shook her head desperately, sobbing. “I don’t know…”

“Fu Yi-jie bite me, please!”

Fu Yi wasn’t familiar with the customs of the lower realm. “Bite, bite you?” she asked, puzzled.

Where?

She wasn’t a dog she had no habit of biting people.

“Here…”

Ye Xunshu’s eyes were hazy with unshed tears, her slender neck like fine jade, tempting one to place their hands upon it and snap it gently.

“Please!”

A soft plea beneath the crimson canopy.

A buzzing filled Fu Yi’s mind.

Under normal circumstances, she would have struggled to understand the request to bite someone’s neck. But now, her thoughts were already muddled, and Ye Xunshu’s voice lingered in her ears, teasing her to the brink of madness.

By the time she regained her senses, she had already pinned down the squirming Ye Xunshu and was slowly leaning in.

The two drew close, like two blazing spheres of fire, their heat palpable and contagious.

The fabric over Ye Xunshu’s delicate, sweat-slick collarbone had already fallen open. Her rosy lips parted slightly as she instinctively, almost like an offering, tilted her head to expose the fragrant nape of her neck to Fu Yi.

As if guided by some unseen force, Fu Yi brushed aside Ye Xunshu’s silken black hair and bent down. The fresh scent of osmanthus, mingled with sweetness, enveloped her, making her feel as though she were lost in a grove of fragrant trees, intoxicated beyond reason.

Feeling the other’s breath draw near, Ye Xunshu trembled involuntarily.

Truth be told, this was her first time being temporarily marked.

A mix of fear and longing.

The next moment, something warm lightly brushed against her gland, followed by a sharp sting. But before she could even gasp in pain, it was as if a breeze had swept away the stifling heat, rendering the discomfort insignificant.

She closed her eyes, dazed and helpless, waiting nervously for what would come next, unable to resist.

Yet the next second, she felt the weight above her lift.

A cool sea breeze dispersed the lingering floral scent, abruptly ending the earlier frenzy.

Ye Xunshu cracked open a slit of her eyes, watching the figure before her.

Fu Yi’s heart was pounding wildly. Subconsciously, she extended her tongue to lick the blood staining the corner of her lips.

The metallic tang in her mouth dragged her rationality back from the brink. Realizing what she had just done, she covered her face and bolted for the door. Behind her, Ye Xunshu’s weak voice called out, “Don’t!”

Fu Yi abruptly halted, feeling she absolutely couldn’t stay a moment longer. With a hoarse voice, she steeled herself and forced out the words, “Bite, bite properly!”

“Sleep well!”

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