Villain: After Truncating the Heroine, the Protagonist Collapses

290: Wedding night! Beast?Yang Yucheng muttered to himself, a hint of narcissism in his words, ”When one is young, one shouldn’t encounter someone too stunning, otherwise, the rest of one’s life will be filled with regret!”

”Pah!”

Hearing Yang Yucheng’s boastful words, Song Qingzhang, hidden beneath the festive red veil, retorted grumpily.

Just moments ago, Song Qingzhang had maintained an air of virtuousness and grace, like a young lady from a prominent family. Now, though she still held her poised posture, Yang Yucheng’s words had made her shoulders tremble slightly, on the verge of losing her composure!

”After all, it’s my first wedding, so I always wanted to take my time and think things through. Couldn’t you have just played along with me?”

Song Qingzhang’s complaining voice emerged.

Yang Yucheng sighed, looking at Song Qingzhang’s fair hands, with their slender, delicate fingers, resting calmly on her lap.

With this thought, Yang Yucheng rose.

He walked to the wedding bed, used a golden pole to gently lift the bride’s veil, and a delicate, charming face, with a touch of refinement, appeared before Yang Yucheng.

Flowers have their fragrance, the moon has its shadows; every moment is precious, and tonight’s time is exceptionally so!

But Yang Yucheng was slightly stunned at this moment.

The golden pole was set aside, and Yang Yucheng’s heart stirred. His heart was pounding, a sensation he had never anticipated before.

Beneath the red veil, Song Qingzhang truly seemed like a fairy, with a hint of seductive charm in her eyes.

Her eyes, surprisingly, held a touch of allure, yet her posture was virtuous, like a young lady from a prominent family, a peerless woman imbued with Immortal Qi. She was truly a femme fatale!

Previously, at Hongyan Tower, Yang Yucheng had not failed to see Song Qingzhang, but the Song Qingzhang of that day and the Song Qingzhang of this moment seemed like completely different people!

”What are you doing?”

Song Qingzhang took out a pair of scissors, which was also a Spiritual Artifact, albeit a Low Grade one!

Yang Yucheng asked softly.

He watched as Song Qingzhang cut off a small strand of hair from her left side.

She then brought the golden scissors towards Yang Yucheng, who remained still, watching as she cut off the end of his hair on the left side.

The strands of hair were tied together with a red silk thread, tightly connected, and then placed by Song Qingzhang beneath the golden silk pillow behind her.

”Oh, right, and drinking!”

With a slight clap of her small hands, Song Qingzhang remembered something else. She hopped off the bed, took small steps to the table, poured two cups, and then scurried back to the bed.

She handed one cup to Yang Yucheng and kept one for herself.

Then, Song Qingzhang’s large eyes stared directly at Yang Yucheng, ”First, we drink, then we become husband and wife, deeply in love and without doubt. Isn’t that how it should be?”

She looked at Yang Yucheng with anticipation and a touch of worry.

She was anticipating their future days, but worried that she might have forgotten a step.

Yang Yucheng understood the concept of the wedding wine.

But the problem was, looking at Song Qingzhang, whose face was flushed with powder, Yang Yucheng couldn’t help but feel she was getting a bit too immersed in the role.

They were only acting!

After drinking the wedding wine, the cups were set aside.

It was their wedding night, a man and a woman alone in a room. Their eyes met, and while the room’s temperature didn’t rise, their body temperatures seemed to be warming up.

Under Yang Yucheng’s gaze, Song Qingzhang’s earlier courage seemed to drain away. Her foxy eyes seemed to well up with moisture.

Yang Yucheng merely glanced at her, then curled his lips, a warmth rising in his heart.

”So now?”

As a man, Yang Yucheng was still proactive.

But as soon as he spoke, Song Qingzhang’s small, curved lips curved even further.

Her small face was flushed, her almond-shaped eyes like rippling water. She glanced up at Yang Yucheng’s feet, then her body tensed slightly, as if truly afraid of what was to come.

Although she had been in Hongyan Tower, a place of entertainment, True Disciple Xu Shi had never asked her to do anything, so she usually paid no attention to entertaining guests or what happened in other rooms at Hongyan Tower!

Yet, no matter how little attention she paid, being in such a place, she still understood some things. It wasn’t self-taught, but rather learned through osmosis!

Nightfall enveloped the residence, and the cool night breeze carried the fragrance of earth and flowers. Outside the bridal chamber, the red lanterns swayed gently.

At some unknown point, the room had fallen into darkness, the red candles having burned out.

”Being passive isn’t right, but what if I’m proactive? What should I do? What on earth should I do?”

Song Qingzhang was terrified, muttering to herself.

”There’s only one bed, we have to sleep together, and do those things from the storybooks. I’m so nervous and scared.

Can I run away? How could this happen? You’re really married to this big bad guy now, you’re his wife!

At this moment, Song Qingzhang was both nervous and expectant.

And Yang Yucheng was also contemplating the situation before him. He had not yet achieved Breakthrough to the Spirit Venerable Realm.

So, breaking his virginity now seemed a bit wasteful, but not breaking it also seemed a bit wasteful.

Song Qingzhang, a sixteen-year-old maiden, was not yet an adult. If this were his previous life, his fate would be unimaginable!

For a moment, their thoughts diverged, and the bridal chamber fell into a subtle silence.

Even though it was completely dark, for them, two cultivators, this darkness made no difference.

”Do we really have to do that? I heard that after you do it, a husband and wife become truly married, and they become especially intimate, ’one day as husband and wife, a hundred days of grace.’

But there’s also, ’when disaster strikes, each flies their own way’! This bad person, he won’t leave me later, will he? He definitely will.”

Countless answers arose in her mind, one moment one thought, the next another.

Song Qingzhang lowered her head, twirling her fingers, occasionally stealing glances at Yang Yucheng.

Dong, dong, dong, the sound of the watchman’s drum came, signaling it was already midnight.

Yang Yucheng looked at the pitch-black night outside the window and no longer stood still. He seemed a bit tired and sat on the new bed, beside Song Qingzhang.

The moonlight was beautiful tonight. Yang Yucheng, illuminated by the moon, looked at Song Qingzhang. Her face was flushed, and with the moonlight accentuating it, he couldn’t help but feel drawn in.

”It’s time to rest!”

Yang Yucheng thought for a moment, then said.

”Okay!”

Song Qingzhang nodded almost imperceptibly, like a mosquito, and her cheeks turned even redder.

They lay on the bed, one on each side.

As soon as she lay down, Song Qingzhang’s face was extremely red, and it would definitely feel hot to the touch. It wasn’t a fever, but extreme nervousness, and her ten cute toes were almost tightly curled together.