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“Yes, my Lord.” Liu Ruolan blushed and nodded. She knew exactly what these words implied.

But before Wang Shouzhe could fetch the conjugal cup wine.

Outside, there was a commotion again, and Wang Licui’s loud voice was heard, “The moon outside is quite nice, let’s eat in the yard.”

Then a group of younger brothers and sisters started eating hot pot and singing songs in the garden, creating a lively atmosphere.

Wang Shouzhe opened the door and walked out with a gloomy face.

He realized that these kids had conspired to mess with him.

How was he supposed to consummate the wedding like this?

Even if he had thick skin, Ruolan would be embarrassed.

“Eh? Fourth Uncle, are you still hungry?” Wang Licui blinked her innocent eyes.

Wang Shouzhe chuckled coldly. Did they think that just by hanging out in his yard they could mess up his plans?

This courtyard had been personally managed by Wang Shouzhe for a year now. He placed his hand on the porch, and a surge of profound green mysterious energy infused into it.

Suddenly, the dormant vine arrays hidden in his courtyard seemed to have received some instructions.

They came to life.

Stem after stem of the vines started growing wildly, dancing seductively like sinister tentacles in the yard.

Wang Luomiao, Wang Shouye and the other kids were scared and they quickly surrendered, screaming as they ran out of the yard.

Wang Luoqiu, Wang Luo Jing, Wang Licui, on the other hand, were very brave. They resisted even when faced with the menacing onslaught of the vine array. Unfortunately, they had underestimated Wang Shouzhe. The vine array in his courtyard was a result of careful research.

He had selected many basic vines and improved upon them time and time again, ultimately forming the current vine array.

It could be said that as long as they were in his courtyard, even those at peak Qi Refinement level, would have to submit.

Under Wang Shouzhe’s control of the mysterious energy, the wildly growing vines quickly bound Wang Luo Qiu, Wang Luojing and Wang Licui into a bundle, and dragged them out of the yard.

The world suddenly became quiet.

Only Liu Ruolan, standing at the entrance of the bridal chamber, looked astonishingly at Wang Shouzhe.

“Don’t be alarmed, Madam, it’s just my bloodline talent.” Wang Shouzhe explained, laughing as he turned his hand and a few seeds appeared.

These seeds were also something he had carefully cultivated recently.

Their most notable feature was that they were large and contained a great amount of energy.

As his profound, slightly green, mysterious energy entered, the seeds began to grow in his hand.

From sprouting, growing leaves to blossoming, the entire process was completed in just about a dozen breaths’ time.

The flowers bloomed in an instant.

His palm was now holding a handful of delicate flowers, stunningly beautiful.

Liu Ruolan’s beautiful eyes were full of surprise. Her husband’s talents were far more impressive than she had imagined.

She didn’t expect that her husband had such a powerful bloodline talent hidden.

But she was still very happy. The stronger her husband was, the happier she was naturally.

Wang Shouzhe, with the bouquet in hand, led her back to the bed.

He casually pressed on the wooden bed, which immediately sprouted into fresh branches and leaves just like a tree reviving in spring.

The seeds he had previously put next to the bed also grew in an instant. Soon, his bed turned into a vibrant mini flower bed.

Such a “romantic and picturesque” scene surprised and delighted Liu Ruolan, greatly relaxing her nerves.

“Madam, it’s time for the conjugal cup wine.”

Wang Shouzhe picked up the pot of constantly warm conjugal cup wine.

“Yes, as my Lord says.” Liu Ruolan blushed and gently nodded her head.

The conjugal cup wine, also known as the nuptial wine on Earth, is a ceremony to help the new couple relax by using the power of alcohol.

They drank three rounds of the wine.

Liu Ruolan, overwhelmed by alcohol, her pretty face gradually reddened. Her eyes softened, shimmered with a haze of allure and a hint of spring.

Blushing heavily, she gently bit her bottom lip as if she had made up her mind. She then reached under the quilt where she was sitting and pulled out a box. Keeping her eyes closed, she handed it to Wang Shouzhe.

“My love, what is this?” asked Wang Shouzhe, somewhat baffled.

“You, you should look for yourself.” Liu Ruolan closed her eyes tightly; her delicate body quaked with apparent shy tension.

Wang Shouzhe opened the elegant box only to find a booklet inside.

When he flipped through the booklet, his eyes widened in surprise, “This is…” He released an involuntary laugh filled with disbelief, it was an H Picture Collection.

The small figures depicted were remarkably lifelike, and they were complemented by text descriptions that made their purpose all too clear.

He couldn’t believe that Liu Ruolan had given him this, “My love, what, what is the mean of this?” Could it be a guide to our wedding night?

At his words, Liu Ruolan blushed so hard she looked like a bright red apple. She let out a soft “tsk” before calling him a “fool”.

This thing was given to her by an aunt just before her marriage who had secretly handed it over to her. Her aunt had even given her a thorough explanation and instructions.

At the time, she was stunned. Who knew that bridal chamber etiquette involved such embarrassing marital rituals?

Furthermore, her aunt instructed her.

To give this booklet to the groom after they had drunk the Conjugal Cup Wine.

Seeing her bashful behaviour, Wang Shouzhe finally understood. This, after all, wasn’t Earth!

The people here usually marry at a young age, and often lack knowledge of sexual matters prior to marriage.

At the time of their wedding, most of them are clueless about this.

Unlike on Earth, where everyone seems to be an experienced driver.

On a couple’s wedding night, both the husband and wife navigate the waters with a practiced hand.

Clearly, Liu Ruolan worried that he might be clueless and therefore provided the booklet.

“Rest assured, my love, I don’t need this,” assured Wang Shouzhe, a few sips of wine already loosening his tongue. He casually tossed the crudely made booklet aside.

Joking aside, he had already been taught by plenty of teachers in his previous life. Besides, he had had two girlfriends, why would he need such a basic tutorial?

Hmm?

At his words, Liu Ruolan’s eyes rounded in surprise. She looked at Wang Shouzhe with a hint of disbelief, seemingly asking where he’d learned all this.

She was utterly clueless about these matters just the day before yesterday; she was totally naive and ignorant.

According to what her aunt had told her, most men are as uninformed as she was about these matters because families don’t teach them.

Typically, it falls to the wife to instruct her husband on their wedding night.

Still, Wang Shouzhe’s look of a seasoned pro unsettled Liu Ruolan.

Alright then.

Recognising that he’d misspoken, Wang Shouzhe.

He hurriedly forced out a couple of awkward laughs, “My love, please don’t misunderstand; I merely saw a bit in some classic texts, I only know a little bit, just a little bit. Please teach me well,” he said, causing even himself to blush. When compared to the pure Ruolan, he seemed…

Surprisingly, Liu Ruolan naively believed him, yet she felt something was off but couldn’t put her finger on what it might be.

With her knowledge, of course, she couldn’t imagine that her handsome young husband was in fact a seasoned veteran.

“Husband, blow out the candle,” Liu Ruolan was burning up now, extremely nervous, but as her aunt had said, a girl always must go through it once.

One must go through the marital rituals to conceive a child.

Wang Shouzhe’s emotions were excited as he scooped her into his arms and gently placed her on the bed.

“Husband, I’m scared, you must be gentle with me,” Liu Ruolan was now at the peak of her anxiety.

“My dear, I don’t know either, you’ll have to teach me,” Wang Shouzhe said shamelessly.

“But, but I don’t really understand either.”

“Then let’s not blow out the candle,” Wang Shouzhe suggested. He picked up the earlier despised booklet and proposed with grave seriousness, “Let’s study together, make progress together, and slowly grow together.”

His hand swept over the curtain made of vines and blossoms, and it slowly closed.

“Husband!”