Wishful Thinking

Jiaru blushed and hurriedly came to support her husband, "Cai Yun, Zhui Yue, quickly bring some sobering soup for your lord."

Qiao Mai walked to the door, turned back with a smile, and walked out. She carried a chair to the courtyard and found a seat.

The moon was round, as the people say.

This auspicious date chosen by the royal family had a special meaning.

She crossed her legs and cultivated in the courtyard, unaware of what was happening inside the bridal chamber. All she knew was that the moon was gradually moving westward above her.

The commotion inside the bridal chamber had also subsided significantly, indicating that the newlyweds had probably gone to rest.

Outside Prince Shunqin's residence, she could sense hostility converging towards this place. It seemed that tonight was destined to be eventful.