Chapter 80 – Rebirth: The Poisonous Concubine (21)
By the time Minister Bai and his wife arrived at the Yu residence, the newlyweds were preparing for the wedding ceremony. The only ones missing from the high seats were the two of them.
As always, the conversation among noblewomen was endless. Madam Yu took Madam Bai’s hand and showered praises upon Bai Mo, making Madam Bai beam with joy. The unpleasant events from that morning at the Bai residence were temporarily forgotten.
The four elders took their seats at the head of the wedding hall. As joyful music played and firecrackers boomed, the wedding attendant led the couple to the front of the hall.
“First bow—to Heaven and Earth!”
“Second bow—to the honored elders!”
“Husband and husband—bow to each other!”
With each ceremonial bow, the joyous atmosphere in the hall grew thicker. When the wedding attendant finally announced, “The ceremony is complete!” Bai Mo was now officially marked with Yu Chenyi’s name.
No matter how composed and dignified Yu Chenyi usually was, the corners of his mouth nearly stretched all the way to his ears.
Unlike a traditional husband-and-wife wedding, in a same-s*x union, the newlyweds had to serve tea to their four elders right there in the wedding hall.
Before the cushions could even be properly arranged, Bai Mo dropped to his knees with a thud before the four elders. The crisp sound of his kneecaps striking the ground rang through the hall.
The Yu couple smiled warmly—such sincerity was rare. Meanwhile, Minister Bai and Madam Bai felt a pang of heartache.
Mo Mo moved so quickly… his knees must hurt.
In the wedding hall, every step had to be executed perfectly. If a mistake occurred and it wasn’t a major breach of etiquette, then the mistake had to be carried through to the end.
With all eyes on them, Madam Bai had no choice but to let Bai Mo continue kneeling instead of placing cushions beneath him.
Aside from the Bai couple, there was one other person who felt distressed for Bai Mo’s knees—Yu Chenyi himself.
He hadn’t expected Bai Mo to be so eager. After serving the tea, Bai Mo would formally address Yu Censor and Madam Yu as “Father” and “Mother,” officially making them a family.
Thinking of this, Yu Chenyi’s heart ached for Bai Mo’s physical pain, yet at the same time, warmth and sweetness filled his chest.
…
Since he gradually became familiar with the world, he had repeatedly refused the maidservants his mother had arranged for him. Even while studying away from home, he had no interest in joining his classmates in brothels, which led to him being mocked many times. But so what? He simply didn’t like it. He had always believed himself to be a person of low desire—until he met the right one.
On the eve of the wedding, Censor Yu had gifted Yu Chenyi several large chests filled with illustrations meant to be secretly admired in the privacy of his room. From beginner guides to more advanced techniques, an extensive array of styles was covered.
Censor Yu had proudly declared, “My son must take the lead!” After all, while Bai Mo was the one marrying into their family, there was no rule stating that marriage meant being on the weaker side. Censor Yu certainly hoped his son would maintain authority in the relationship.
“I don’t want to! Do you have another dog out there? You don’t love me anymore…” The intoxicated young man, having held in his grievances for a long time, pushed Yu Chenyi away in dissatisfaction.
Seeing Yu Chenyi’s silence, Bai Mo became even more convinced of his suspicions.
Had Yu Chenyi fallen for someone else while he wasn’t looking?
Was he no longer the treasure in Yu Chenyi’s heart?
In this ancient era, where men could take multiple wives and concubines, perhaps he had already been demoted to fifth or sixth place.
“If you’re going to be with someone else, then I will too~” The little drunken ferret slurred his words, his pronunciation unclear. The onlookers following behind might have thought he was just rambling in a drunken stupor, but Yu Chenyi alone caught the crucial message.
Find someone else? Absolutely not!
Yu Chenyi forcefully pulled the sulking youth into his arms, his tone resolute. “Not allowed. We’ve already bowed in the wedding hall, called each other’s parents. If Mo Mo wants to return me, that’s impossible!”
With that, he lifted Bai Mo into his arms. The soft gasp of surprise from the boy was drowned out by Yu Chenyi’s swift steps as he carried his little bride away, leaving the stunned young noblemen behind.
Of course, the group of noble sons wasn’t about to give up on the fun. However, they were stopped just outside the courtyard.
“The master has given orders—no one is to disturb them. The night is cold and damp, young masters, please return.”
The guards remained unwavering in their duty, refusing all attempts to use status or personal connections to gain entry. No matter how the noble sons tried to pressure them, they were met with an unyielding rejection.
The candlelight in the main house burned brightly, casting the shadows of two figures onto the floral-patterned window. At times, their silhouettes overlapped; at others, they separated. Carried by the wind, the boy’s soft, sweet voice occasionally drifted out, making hearts stir.
Suddenly, a concealed weapon shot out from the house, narrowly grazing the ear of the nobleman standing at the front before embedding itself several inches deep into the tree behind him.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pair of ivory chopsticks.
From inside the house, an aggrieved voice huffed, “My chopsticks are gone! How am I supposed to eat now?”
This was followed by Yu Chenyi’s gentle and coaxing tone, trying to soothe the boy.
The noblemen, still reeling from shock, exchanged glances. Ah, this…
So men could change their attitudes just as quickly as women, after all.
Yu Chenyi’s double standards were too obvious—ruthlessly warning them with a swift attack, yet completely at the mercy of his little sweetheart inside.
Could it be that… Yu Chenyi was actually the one on the bottom?
Regardless of their speculations, their master had already issued a clear warning. The guards didn’t dare allow the “spectators” to linger any longer. With a firm shut of the courtyard gates, they ushered everyone out. Only after ensuring there were no idle onlookers within the premises did they finally sit down to enjoy their own drinks.
Their master had said that today was his grand wedding, so everyone had the night off.
After all, a man marrying another man wouldn’t want an audience. Even if they couldn’t see anything, just the possibility of hearing something was unacceptable. It was a matter of pride.
The guards shared the same thoughts as the rest of the guests—given how much Yu Chenyi valued his dignity, there was a good chance he was actually the one in the weaker position.
Of course, that wasn’t something to be said aloud. Best to just keep it to themselves.
…
Inside the bridal chamber, Yu Chenyi, who had been given the cold shoulder over a lost pair of chopsticks, finally managed to coax the little drunken snow ferret back into a good mood. After feeding him until he was full, he carefully helped him remove his makeup and wipe his face.
The young man sitting on the bed swayed unsteadily from side to side, his fair skin glowing softly under the candlelight. His misty, water-like eyes shimmered with a dazed look. Without the constraint of his belt, the once-proper young man was now like a beast unleashed. He tugged at his suffocating collar, half-revealing his delicate collarbones.
Sitting up, he leaned against the bedpost and pouted. “Brother Chenyi~”
“Let’s… do something… fun…”
Using the purest voice to say the most suggestive words, Yu Chenyi felt a tightness in his lower abdomen, his throat constricting as well.
He looked at Bai Mo, his gaze dark and deep. “Mo Mo, you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk. I feel great~”
“Do you even know what you’re saying…” Yu Chenyi didn’t want to take advantage of him. A drunk person struggled to express their true feelings, and what if…
The young man chuckled mischievously, as if he had just thought of something. Barefoot, he ran over to where Yu Chenyi was wringing out a towel, lowered his voice, and whispered conspiratorially, “Let me tell you something… Whatever you have, I have too.”
As he spoke, he grabbed Yu Chenyi’s hand and slid it inside his inner robe.
Yu Chenyi’s fingers barely grazed the cool, jade-like skin before he recoiled as if burned, his face instantly flushing from his cheeks to his ears.
Bai Mo was displeased. What was this? Did Yu Chenyi not believe him? He had trained hard for this! He had finally developed the beginnings of abs, and given time, he would definitely be more defined than Yu Chenyi.
Fueled by Yu Chenyi’s “rejection,” Bai Mo’s stubbornness flared. With swift movements, he yanked open his robe ties, determined to get Yu Chenyi’s praise. “Mine are even fiercer than yours!”
Yu Chenyi’s body went rigid, the pink on his face spreading all the way down his neck.
Bai Mo moved quickly, stripping himself in the blink of an eye. His stomach, though only faintly defined, was proudly displayed. Smugly, he patted his abdomen. “See? Look at these muscles! Once I finish training, they’re going to be the best-looking ones ever~”
He was undoubtedly the most beautiful among the Snow ferret clan—no arguments accepted.
Yu Chenyi inexplicably felt a sense of relief. With a helpless yet amused smile, he pulled the young man’s clothes back into place. “Yes, yes, Mo Mo is the best-looking, the most amazing in every way—no one else compares.”
“Of course.” The young man proudly lifted his chin, his face practically saying, See? You finally understand. Now hurry up and flatter me!
After pushing Bai Mo back into a seated position, Yu Chenyi brought over a basin of water to wash his feet. Just now, Bai Mo had walked around barefoot, and his soft, fair little feet had inevitably picked up some dust.
“Hahaha, that tickles, Brother Chenyi…” Bai Mo burst into laughter, leaning back as the touch on his sole sent tingles up his spine. The playful commotion cleared his eyes, sobering him up quite a bit.
Water splashed everywhere as Bai Mo reflexively pulled his feet back, leaving the floor soaked. Even Yu Chenyi wasn’t spared, and
Bai Mo couldn’t resist teasing him with a smug “Bleh-bleh-bleh~”
Yu Chenyi’s gaze darkened as he loomed over the young man, his breath brushing against him as he spoke. “Mo Mo thinks this is fun, hmm?” His final hum carried a hint of danger.
Bai Mo was expected to be flustered—but instead, the little Snow Mink, ever guided by his instincts, eagerly embraced Yu Chenyi’s neck. With unrestrained enthusiasm, he suggested, “This isn’t fun. Let’s play the game from the scroll paintings Nanny gave me instead… mmph—”
The candlelight flickered. Even the leaves outside trembled, too shy to witness what followed…