Making Trouble in the Bridal Chamber?

Fu Wutian's wedding was the grandest event of the year.

Before the auspicious hour had even arrived, Prince Fu's Manor was already packed with guests. At a glance, most of them were influential figures in Gentlemen City, while only a small number were lower-ranking officials. This alone showed just how seriously Fu Wutian regarded his wedding.

As the first prince in Da Ya's history to marry a male consort, not only had he escaped harsh criticism and obstruction, but the Emperor had personally approved it and issued an order. Officials of every rank in Gentlemen City, as well as imperial relatives, had come bearing lavish gifts. Fu Wutian's influence was clear to see. The title of Da Ya's War God was indeed no empty boast.

"They're back!"

At the shout, some guests who heard it could no longer hold themselves back and rushed outside, staring without even blinking.

Prince Fu's Manor's wedding procession was especially grand and extravagant. There was an eight-bearer sedan chair, an honor guard leading the way, and the streets were nearly packed solid with dense crowds. Some people even compared the spectacle to an imperial prince's wedding.

At the head of the procession was Fu Wutian, riding proudly on horseback, looking radiant with joy. His handsome face no longer bore its usual expressionless, inscrutable look. The sharp contours of his features had softened slightly, making it clear that he was in a good mood. The young ladies who had come specifically to see him all blushed.

At that moment, the rumor that Fu Wutian was ugly was completely dispelled.

The wedding procession soon arrived at the gates of Prince Fu's Manor.

Fu Wutian smoothly swung down from his horse and walked to the sedan chair, which had stopped at the same time. Within the faintly visible red gauze curtains sat a delicate, captivating young man dressed in red robes. His pitch-black eyes shimmered brilliantly; even through the veil, they seemed perfectly visible. A trace of a smile naturally appeared in Fu Wutian's eyes.

As everyone craned their necks, eager to see what the future War God's consort looked like, Fu Wutian reached toward the red curtains. Yet when he carried out his future consort, they could not help feeling disappointed.

An Ziran was held in Fu Wutian's arms in a bridal carry, but Fu Wutian used his broad sleeve to cover his head. The young man's face was completely hidden, and not even his chin could be seen.

As for the person being carried, An Ziran had begun struggling the moment Fu Wutian picked him up. Unfortunately, he was no match for Fu Wutian's strength. Fu Wutian's arms were like walls of bronze and iron; no matter how hard he tried, he could not budge him. In the end, he could only give up. The one thing An Ziran was thankful for was that his face had been covered.

Fu Wutian carried his consort into the manor.

Watching the War God General openly and unashamedly display that his consort was a man, even flaunting their affection so brazenly, everyone looked at one another in speechless confusion. Only after Fu Wutian passed them did they regain their senses, and congratulations rose one after another, carrying a measure of sincerity known only to themselves.

There were no shortage of imperial relatives among them. After witnessing the scene, their expressions became strange, as though they were secretly plotting something. Fortunately, they still remembered that today was Fu Wutian's wedding day.

Next came the most important part of the wedding—the ceremonial bows.

Fu Wutian's only direct relative was Old Prince Fu. At that moment, he sat properly in the seat of honor, looking like a festive old man. If not for the occasional gleam of excitement in his eyes, people might have believed he had never lost his memory.

As for An Ziran's elders, Fu Wutian had investigated him and knew that his parents had both died in an accident. The An Family had only three insignificant concubines left, so he thoughtfully did not mention them. He knew An Ziran did not want them to come, or he would not have failed to send anyone back to Anyuan County to inform them even when he was getting married.

Although something was wrong with Old Prince Fu's mind, he was still quite normal when he was not causing trouble.

More importantly, even after learning that his grandson's wife was a man, he showed not the slightest anger. His face was rosy, and when Fu Wutian and An Ziran bowed to the elders, he beamed like a sunflower, greatly disappointing those who had been hoping he would fly into a rage.

Fu Wutian was not only skilled at dealing with the Emperor; he also knew very well how to handle his own grandfather.

After the ceremony, An Ziran was sent into the bridal chamber.

The guests remained in the front courtyard for the banquet. There were especially many attendees. Besides officials and imperial relatives, some were merchants, but all were people of status. Four or five hundred tables had been set up inside and outside, and the clamor had not stopped since morning.

To organize a wedding so grand and thorough in less than half a month, perhaps only Fu Wutian could have managed it. Even An Ziran had thought the ceremony would be simpler.

No banquet was complete without drinking. Though few dared force Fu Wutian to drink, he was the groom, and it was his wedding day, so he could not possibly avoid alcohol entirely. Fortunately, his tolerance had long been forged in the military camp. Even after downing an entire jar of wine, his face did not redden in the slightest, disappointing those hoping to see him drunk.

However, not everyone dared not ply Fu Wutian with wine. Some of his subordinates were brothers who had fought beside him through life and death for more than a decade. Whenever they held victory banquets in the past, they had always been the loudest troublemakers.

Several officers older than Fu Wutian, who had once served under Fu Wutian's father, relied on their seniority to boldly hand him wine. Before long, they had poured another half jar down his throat, yet he did not even blink, leaving the officers thoroughly bored.

"I told you there was no way you could get the general drunk. The general is famous in the army for never getting drunk no matter how much he drinks."

The only officer who had not tried to make Fu Wutian drink burst into laughter. He thought himself much smarter. Today might be the general's joyous day, but he had no desire to end up on the general's mind.

Someone saw through his thoughts and immediately looked down on him.

Although the general had married a man, perhaps there would be more grand wedding banquets like this in the future. But no one could predict what would happen later. Such a rare occasion naturally had to be seized. Still, some felt that he had a point and quietly withdrew from the ranks of those egging things on. They did not want to end up on the general's mind either.

The young man leading the commotion was instantly "isolated." So angry that he began shouting, he said, "You're all something else! You actually abandoned me to fight alone! Are we still brothers or not?"

After saying that, he fled with a pot lid over his head, making everyone burst into laughter.

Ge Qian'an, infected by the lively atmosphere, also showed a faint smile. But when his gaze fell upon a certain figure in the corner, his smile faded again.

A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

Ge Qian'an turned and saw Guan Su's face. He immediately concealed the tiny trace of emotion that had leaked into his eyes and returned to his corpse-like expression.

Following Ge Qian'an's earlier gaze, Guan Su saw someone in the corner drinking alone. He raised the wine cup in his hand and drained it in one gulp before saying meaningfully, "Qian'an, I won't say much about some things. You should understand them very well in your heart."

"Are you joking with me?"

Ge Qian'an's gaze lingered on his face for a second before immediately moving away. His eyes held only seriousness and solemnity.

Guan Su laughed, then walked away.

After the banquet came the teasing of the bridal chamber, but at this point, everyone could not help looking at one another. Who would dare disturb a prince's bridal chamber? Even making him drink might get them remembered. If they delayed the prince's wedding night, he might hold a grudge, and they would suffer for it later. After thinking it over, they pushed out the young man who had led the earlier commotion.

"You go."

The young man looked as if he were about to cry. "You guys..."

Just then, Fu Wutian suddenly walked over. Nearly two jars of wine had gone into his stomach, yet his expression had not changed in the slightest. His gaze swept over the crowd. "Want to tease the bridal chamber? Fine. All of you, follow this prince."

Everyone's scalps immediately went numb. The general's tone clearly spelled trouble. Believing that the general would truly let them tease the bridal chamber might as well be believing that red rain would fall from the sky.

Fu Wutian paid no attention to what they were thinking. After speaking, he headed straight for the manor's rear courtyard.

"Let's go. It won't hurt to take a look." Guan Su, whose handsome face could charm respectable women into ruin, was the first to answer Fu Wutian's call. He even wore an expectant expression, as though he were eager to tease the bridal chamber.

Influenced by him, the others hesitated for a moment before following one after another.

"I won't be going." Ge Qian'an suddenly spoke.

Several people walking behind heard him and froze. The young man who had been leading the commotion had wanted to say something, but two people suddenly grabbed his arms, hoisted him up, and carried him after the others. "Stop talking nonsense. If he isn't going, we'll go. This is a rare opportunity!"

The bridal chamber had originally been Fu Wutian's room. A large red character for double happiness was pasted on the door. Inside, the space was nearly drowned in a sea of red. Upon entering, there was a large square red table. Ahead hung an even larger double-happiness character, while a pair of dragon-and-phoenix candles burned with red flames. The table was covered in exquisite pastries and sweets. To the right hung red bead curtains, and farther inside was the bridal chamber.

The noisy crowd fell silent in an instant.

The prince could not really be agreeing to let them tease the bridal chamber, could he? Why did it feel so unreal?

Each of them beat a drum in his heart. Now that they had truly reached the bridal chamber door, they did not dare make a sound.