When Wang Yue heard that even Dongfang Huai Zhu had no solution, he said helplessly, "So the only way out now is to wake your little sister, give her a present she likes, and send her on her way."
Dongfang Huai Zhu knew how awkward that would be. It almost felt like they were being asked for more betrothal gifts, and she was glad Wang Yue had misunderstood.
After hesitating for a moment, Dongfang Huai Zhu said uncertainly, "There's one other way: we could move our bridal chamber somewhere else. But is there still time to set up a new room?"
Seeing her suggest that, Wang Yue said helplessly, "I can prepare a gift, but a night of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. By the time we send your little sister away, today's auspicious hour will probably have passed. I think I'll have someone set up a bridal chamber somewhere else first. That should be faster."
He had never underestimated the destructive power of a troublesome child. Even with his nanny skills, he didn't think he could calm one down quickly.
Dongfang Huai Zhu blushed at that, but she didn't stop Wang Yue. She merely glanced helplessly at the space beneath the bed.
Their wedding night was, of course, full of romance and passion. And spending it with Dongfang Huai Zhu, reunited with him after so long, gave it all the more of a "reunited lovers are sweeter than newlyweds" feeling. The omitted words were even more numerous.
Early the next morning, Wang Yue and Dongfang Huai Zhu were jolted awake by a fierce pounding at the door.
"Sis! Brother-in-law!"
Dongfang Qin Lan hollered at the top of her lungs outside. The newly rearranged bridal chamber shook with every blow, dust drifting down from the ceiling. She