Di Wu Ya watched Feng Jiu’er, clearly still enjoying herself and reluctant to stop, his expression unchanging even as his slender fingers rubbed together for a good while.

He heard Feng Jiang’s words, and a light flickered in his eyes. “Wife, let’s go rest too.”

“Time to rest already?”

Gong Xing’er looked at Di Wu Ya. “Aren’t we supposed to storm the bridal chamber?”

“Brother-in-law, how does storming the bridal chamber work?

Do we get red envelopes for it?

I can do anything — when do we start?”

Di Wu Ya looked up at the chattering woman and waved his hand.

“Your Highness.”

Yu Jingfeng walked out, holding a stack of red envelopes.

“Wow! There are even more red envelopes here.”

Gong Xing’er’s eyes went wide.

Gong Xinyue glanced at her sister, who was the very picture of greed, and the words of reproach that had come to her lips went unsaid.

“I win!”

Feng Jiu’er pushed all her tiles forward. “Five to each of you, pay up, thank you!”

“Huh?

That was fast.”

Xiao Yingtao pouted her pink lips again.

“I was just one tile away.”

Yue Qinchun sighed.

Qiao Mu handed over her chips, then turned around.

Feng Jiang leaned in, his thin lips nearly touching her face. “Let’s go back — don’t you see the Prince is getting impatient?”

Qiao Mu’s lips curved up as she glanced at Di Wu Ya.

This man actually had an impatient side to him! And honestly, it looked rather good on him. “Alright, fine!”

Qiao Mu gathered up her remaining chips. “You all count it out and settle up.”

She took Feng Jiang’s arm, stood, stretched, and glanced at the person beside her.

“A single moment in the bridal chamber is worth a thousand pieces of gold. The future of the Di family is in your hands now.”

Qiao Mu patted Feng Jiu’er’s shoulder, her gaze landing on Di Wu Ya.

“War God Prince, go for it!”

Feng Jiu’er thought of that snow lotus, and her face flushed slightly.

But before she could respond to Qiao Mu’s words, someone else spoke up first.

“Mm.”

A blush spread across Di Wu Ya’s handsome face, making him look both charming and irresistibly endearing.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu’er set down the chips in her hand, stood, and instead took his hand.

“Let’s go, to bed!”

Having such a beautiful husband was truly a burden in itself — and hers was even more beautiful than most! Di Wu Ya had finally heard those words, and he immediately perked up, full of energy.

Today, no matter who had given him a task, no matter what the task was, he had completed every single one — all for the sake of hurrying back to sleep, wasn’t that the point?

“Time to storm the bridal chamber.”

Xiao Yingtao stood up. “Quick, quick, quick, get ready!”

Everyone’s attention shifted from the mahjong table back to the newlyweds.

But unexpectedly, the handsome groom was pulled straight into the room by his bride.

Once Feng Jiu’er was through the door, she let go of Di Wu Ya, turned back, and poked her head out from the doorway.

“All the red envelopes are with Yu Jingfeng. Whoever manages to strip off a piece of his clothing gets three red envelopes per piece.”

“Those are tonight’s rules for storming the bridal chamber. Everyone, good luck — see you tomorrow!”

Her husband had already fulfilled every rule he was supposed to follow tonight; the rest could be left to Sister Xiaohua and Yu Jingfeng.

Now it was her turn to reward the man who had worked so hard all evening.

Yu Jingfeng watched the door close, and the corner of his raised mouth instantly dropped.

“Wh— what?”

“Quick! Let’s go get red envelopes from Yu Jingfeng.”

Xiao Yingtao, snapping back to attention, waved everyone forward.

“Three big red envelopes per piece of clothing! Quick!”

Yu Jingfeng turned around, saw the women charging toward him, and bolted in fright.

“Xue Piao, save me!”

Yu Jingfeng fled the side hall, and everyone who had come to “storm the bridal chamber” chased after him.

Tang Xiaohua looked at the closed door to the inner chamber and shook her head lightly. “Tsk, tsk… even more impatient than I was back in the day!”