Chapter 70: Another Marriage Ceremony (1)

Gu Tingshu was stunned for a moment and pleasantly surprised.

“No, I will only love you for the rest of my life,” Gu Tingshu feels that perhaps, as his sister says, his best luck is marrying her.

Zhao Xian nodded, “Okay, I understand what you mean.”

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The speed at which the Prime Minister’s Mansion operated was quite fast. In just one afternoon, the entire mansion was adorned with lights and decorations, brimming with joy.

For this second marriage ceremony, Zhao Xian only had Gu Tingshu’s parents brought over.

After all, this was her true first marriage ceremony, so it was natural for her parents to be present.

When the two elders of the Gu family understood what was going on, they couldn’t help but feel ashamed. It turned out that these two hadn’t consummated their marriage yet, but now it could be considered as fulfilling the proper procedure.

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The moonlight was gentle that night, but the Prime Minister’s Mansion was lively. This time, there were no outsiders present for the marriage ceremony, only the residents of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, the Gu family elders, and Gu Tingshu’s sister.

For Zhao Xian, who had been an orphan since childhood, this was enough. Other people’s blessings didn’t matter much to her; as long as she had her family’s blessings, it was enough..

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“One bow to the heavens and the earth…”

“Two bows to the parents…”

“Husband and wife bow to each other… Ceremony complete, escort to the wedding chamber…”

“Good, I never thought I would see my son bowing to the parents.” Gu’s elderly parents were excited.

In the female-dominated world, the groom’s family usually couldn’t witness the ceremony, so this was a rare opportunity to make up for it.

“Tonight, everyone in the Prime Minister’s Mansion will be richly rewarded…” Zhao Xian spoke solemnly to the people in the hall after the ceremony.

“Thank you, Your Excellency…” The crowd’s eyes lit up at the mention of rewards.

Money is always a good thing, no matter the era.

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That night……

The wedding room now had a brand new red quilt, red candles, and peanuts, creating a festive atmosphere.

“Ahem…” Zhao Xian couldn’t believe her first marriage was in this ancient era, and that she was the one marrying a husband. It was quite unbelievable.

Zhao Xian walked into the room and took a look at the room and the handsome man sitting in the room.

Upon entering the room, Zhao Xian glanced around and saw the handsome man sitting there. He had only a thin, transparent red veil covering his head, and his appearance could be clearly seen.

As Zhao Xian entered the room, Gu Tingshu’s attendant, Gu Lan, smiled politely and bowed. “Greetings, Your Excellency. I will take my leave now.”

Zhao Xian waved her hand. “Yes, go and collect your reward.”

Gu Lan smiled, “Thank you, Your Excellency.” With a respectful nod, he stepped back and closed the door behind him.

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The room quickly fell silent, and Zhao Xian could hear the sound of her own heartbeat accelerating.

“Ahem, are you hungry?” Zhao Xian walked to the bedside and reached out to lift his head covering.

In an instant, a handsome face gleamed in the candlelight.

The red wedding attire fit him perfectly, and the satin ribbon on his chest was embroidered with a pair of playing mandarin ducks playing in the water, beautiful and lively.

There is a long white jade hairpin adorning his dark hair, with long red ribbons trailing down his chest on both sides.

A dashing and unparalleled gentleman… That’s what he is like… He is indeed handsome. From the moment she first sees him, Zhao Xian understands that her gaze has never shifted away from him.

That must be what it feels like to be in love! The feeling of liking someone.

As Zhao Xian observes Gu Tingshu, he also examines the woman in front of him.

Wearing a red robe with cloud patterns embroidered on the wedding attire. Her dark hair is tied up with a hairpin similar to his, and red ribbons cascade from her hair down to her shoulders.

At a glance, he can easily see her remarkable figure, something ordinary people don’t possess. As his gaze drifts to her chest, he can’t help but feel a tingling sensation.

Why does he have the urge to touch her?