On the Wedding Night, Ms. Cui Realized

My Heart's Intentions

At the start of April, during the imperial court's conferral of officials, Pei Xuan was appointed as an editor for the Imperial Academy. Despite being particularly talented, people doubted he had experience, but Pei Xuan was still able to secure the position due to the influence of his father, who was the Prime Minister.

Initially, the officials at the Imperial Academy were intimidated by Pei Xuan's reputation and didn't give him much to do. However, after getting to know him, they found that he was willing to do even menial tasks, such as organizing books and running errands.

With the second place and third place examinee also working in the Imperial Academy, Pei Xuan was not alone.

At dusk, after leaving the gate of the Imperial Academy, Song Zizhen invited his friends to Fengming tower for a drink, but Pei Xuan refused, and guided them to another elegant bar.

Pei Xuan remembered the unpleasant experience from his last visit to Fengming tower and chose not to go there.

Song Zizhen patted open the wine seal with one hand and poured wine into their porcelain bowls: "There are two joys in life: the wedding night in the bridal chamber, and topping the imperial examination. You've already experienced two of them, Jinshi. Please, leave some joy for us as well."

On the matter of making fun of Pei Xuan, Zheng Wuji was obviously on the same side as the surnamed Song: "I always thought that Jinshi would be the last out of us three to get married, but it turned out that among the three of us, he was the first to fall in love and marry."

As he picked up the small porcelain bowl filled with wine, he took a sip and squinted his eyes, "Jinshi, Zizhen and I are very curious, what is it that you like about that girl?."

Realizing that the night's drinking session would not be a simple affair, Pei Xuan held the wine bowl gently, lightly licked his lips, smelling the authentic pear wine, and then smiled, "I don't know. The first time I saw her, my heart started to race."

"Oh, oh~ oh!~~~." Song Zizhen exclaimed, winking at Zheng Wuji in a mischievous tone.

"Be serious," Pei Xuan scolded him.

"It's not that I'm not serious, it's that Jinshi you are not. There's no one who does not have impure intentions seeing a beautiful girl for the first time and marrying her."

"Why am I impure?."

Song Zizhen smiled, lying on the table with his upper body, and lowered his voice: "Do you want to kiss her? Do you want to hug her? That is the reason why your heart is in a mess. By the way, Jinshi, don't be embarrassed, both Wuji and I understand!."

Pei Xuan remained silent and simply continued drinking, avoiding Song Zizhen's questions.

"See," Song Zizhen continued, "it really affected your heart. A man, no matter how cold and reserved he may appear, is always warm when it comes to a girl."

"..."

As Pei Xuan hesitated to speak, he was conflicted about why he should engage in a conversation that would only provoke the two "older unmarried" men.

Seeing her hesitate to speak, Song Zizhen rolled his eyes: "Jinshi, it's finalized. Wuji and I will be your best groomsmen!."

"Don't worry." Pei Xuan drank slowly, raised her eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "I can't run away from you guys."

These two people were not only the best suitors for her, but they would also help her hold back from drinking wine. On the wedding night, she had to keep her head clear and talk to her fiance all night.

Thinking of the upcoming wedding, she missed Cui Ti so much.

She wants to hear her talk. The jovial sounds, her voice so soothing and elegant, warming the soul.