On the Wedding Night, Ms. Cui Realized

For now, Pei Xuan was incredibly busy, constantly engaged in activities like eating, bathing, catching up on sleep, and then waking up to face new challenges.

No one has heard of this 'cure' before, nor has anyone had the opportunity to witness it.

But when it comes to the mysterious realm of curses, she has no choice but to follow along.

Not to mention the effectiveness of this method, the fact that the heat on Cui Ti’s forehead has subsided serves as compelling evidence.

All that remained now was to wake her up.

The interior of the room is filled with a delicate fragrance, and the flower petals in the vase bloom beautifully. The door leading to the bathroom is open, and Pei Xuan gently carries her sleeping beauty to bed.

Half-kneeling beside her, she uses one hand to brush aside the long hair covering Cui Ti's ear, carefully observing her rosy cheeks.

"Wife."

Her voice is soft, and her lips move as she speaks heartfelt words, and this very sight is the one Cui Ti wishes to see.

"I regret not protecting you well."

"I knew I was wrong."

She should have wholeheartedly offered her passionate love from the beginning if she could prevent this, instead she could only understand its value when it is on the verge of slipping away.

Pei Xuan felt panic in her heart, worried that Cui Ti wouldn't wake up and anxious that this method might ultimately prove ineffective.

She, in her teenage years, had never encountered setbacks. Over the years, everything had gone smoothly for her. However, in this moment, facing Cui Ti sinking into an endless nightmare, her composure crumbled. Her expression turned fragile, like a pale pear blossom.

The pear blossoms descended onto the water's surface, creating ripples that engulfed her entire being in the vast sea.

She gently placed a soft, tender kiss on Cui Ti's eyelids, gathering her strength and wrapping her arms around that delicate waist.

Soon, clothes were taken off.

Then she met a snowy-white canvas.

Pei Xuan blushed and embarrassingly touched her burning ears. She wanted to say something, but Cui Ti couldn't hear her. Her throat tightened, and in that moment, she understood the feelings Cui Ti had experienced before.

However, she soon realized this is what it feels like to engage in 'mischievous acts' behind someone's back.

Her fingertips trembled as she restrained herself from touching Cui Ti. Yet, the moment her hand made contact, a surge of sweetness coursed through her soul.

Her eyes sparkled with tender affection.

No wonder the newlywed Cui Ti tried to pretend to be blind to keep her secrets hidden.

One can see while the other cannot. Pei Xuan thought that Cui Ti couldn't see the secret desires that she herself had, yet in this moment, she saw through it.

The only downside is that amidst the joy, there are countless worries lurking.

"Pei Xuan, you can do it!" she exclaimed, brimming with determination for herself.

She encouraged herself, boosting her spirits.

Even when Cui Ti is 'asleep,' she wants her to feel the depth of her love.

Pei Xuan loves her so deeply.

She longs for her with all her heart!

No matter what malevolent spirits or demons may attempt to threaten her beloved,  she won't allow it!

Pei Xuan's gaze was resolute as she lowered her head, her stubbornly beautiful face flushing once again. She absentmindedly gripped the fresh plump fruit from Cui Ti’s chest.

The room was soon filled with a vague warmth.

…

Bai Tang, feeling desperate, dragged a bench and sat in the courtyard, anxiously counting the days on her fingers. It was already the next day, and nearly half of the seven-day period had passed!

Yet her young mistress was still not awake!

She was among the few who knew that Pei Xuan was personally attempting to save Cui Ti. Initially, when she heard from an alleged expert about the method of "using sleep to cure an endless sleep," she thought the expert might be a fraud, attempting to deceive Pei Xuan for personal gain.

But the young mistress fever had indeed subsided, and her crying had taken on a different form.

Half an hour later, as she stood outside the door where Cui Ti slept, the soft sobs of Cui Ti could still be heard and her knees grew weak, and she hurriedly left in a state of panic.

Immortal Hehuansan’s enigmatic expression grew more perplexing each day, and her attire became increasingly extravagant. Bai Tang didn't understand the reasons behind it and didn't dare to ask, fearing she might offend her and lose this opportunity to cure her mistress' illness.

The government doctors proved inadequate, and even the imperial doctor summoned from the palace was at a loss. Yet, her mistress had to rely on this woman and spend her days confined to the bed?

What a mockery!

Bai Tang furrowed her brows with worry, unable to fathom who her young lady had crossed paths with.

Even a lowly servant who waters flowers and weeds in the outer courtyard wouldn't possess such power. There must be invisible malevolence emanating from other sources.

Just the thought of it sent shivers down her spine. The idea of using sleep to cure eternal sleep seemed preposterous, but she earnestly hoped that fate would favor her young mistress for once.

Cui Ti's suffering was too great, and the moments of sweetness in her life were far too few. Bai Tang let out a sigh, devoutly praying for her master.

Pei Xuan came out from the room once more, with beads of sweat glistening on her temples.

A bowl of steaming soup was brought to her, and she downed it in a single gulp, her complexion gradually recovering.

At this juncture, she is completely treated like a living horse doctor, and no one dares to touch her at this time.

Cui Ti remained unconscious for a whole day, and with each passing day, the atmosphere in the mansion grew more solemn.

After finishing the tonic soup, she turned to head back to her room, but her mother held onto her wrist. "I understand that you're impatient, but can you continue to bear it?.”

As a woman, Mrs. Pei felt a deep sympathy for her daughter-in-law, who was suffering from an unknown illness and had her body weakened.

Pei Xuan nodded slowly, her demeanor dull and reserved.

As the seventh day approached, the once spirited Pei Xuan gradually lost her vitality.

She sought out Immortal Hehuansan once again.

Observing Pei Xuan’s figure growing thinner day by day, Immortal Hehuansan casually offered words of encouragement.

Without any real solace, Pei Xuan felt herself being driven to despair. The dirty photo album had nearly been torn apart over the course of several days.

Her wife remained in an unresponsive state, but it couldn't be said that she was completely unconscious.

She was aware.

Pei Xuan felt a connection with her.

But still, Cui Ti wouldn't wake up.

She furrowed her brows, pushing through the pain in her chest, clenching her teeth, and hastened her steps toward the bed.

……….

"Go ahead and rest, I'll take a walk outside.”

"Okay," Cui Ti replied indifferently, seated before the flickering candlelight.

Now, she was alone in the room, trapped within a suffocating cage of despair, finding no solace and struggling to distinguish reality from illusion.

She had lost the memory of Pei Xuan, the one who had loved her, and she couldn't find her way back home.

The people around her were not the ones she had found comfort in.

Cui Ti’s eyes could no longer perceive the beauty she had once experienced. Her heart throbbed, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Husband…” she sobbed uncontrollably.

……….

Pei Xuan embraced a soft pillow, arranging it tightly around Cui Ti’s waist, as an unknown flame burned within her. The conflicting emotions of pity and anger clashed, leaving her throat hoarse.

"My wife, I'm here. Open your eyes and look at me. Your husband is here,” she pleaded.

"Husband..."

Pei Xuan looked at Cui Ti in a daze, and wiped away her tears.

"I have used all of the potential solutions. The imperial doctor is helpless, and even our family doctor couldn't find a solution. I've sought help from many skilled individuals, but none could determine the cause," she lamented.

"Wife, the seventh day is approaching. You can't afford to stay asleep any longer."

In the midst of the dark night, a fire suddenly ignited, intruding into Cui Ti's dream without warning.

The flames raged like a wildfire, and within the dream stood Pei Xuan, an unfamiliar face to her.

Vicious and formidable, showing no mercy.

In the stillness of the night, Immortal Hehuansan gradually sat up in bed, then rose and approached the window.

As she gazed at the starry sky and moonlight, she smiled, "Could it be possible in this lifetime?.”

She opened the door and made her way to the courtyard's stable, untying the donkey that was tethered to a post.

The plump donkey wiggled its body with delight.

With ease, she mounted the donkey and rode away.

In Cui Ti’s dream, fire consumed the old residence, reducing it to rubble, while Pei Xuan appeared frantic, and Cui Ti cried out, desperate to break free from her dream.

Within the room, candles illuminated the space brightly.

Cui Ti slowly lifted her head, water dripping from her face.

“WIfe!?!?.”

Disregarding the awkwardness of the moment, Pei Xuan's face lit up with a radiant smile. "You're awake, you're really awake!.”

"..."

Cui Ti's flushed face was streaked with tears as she emerged from the nightmare. She saw Pei Xuan, ecstatic and seemingly perturbed. Her voice was raspy, filled with disbelief, "Husband?.”

"Yes! I'm your husband!.”

“Husband..." Cui Ti's tears flowed with a sense of grievance.

Midway through her tears, she finally grasped the situation at hand.

Her waist was propped up high, her legs held firmly in someone's hands. She was bewildered and stammered, "You, you are..."

Pei Xuan was dumbfounded, unable to say that what she was doing was to help her.

Although it is true.

No, the most important part is that her wife woke up!

Pei Xuan’s eyes sparkled with joy as she exclaimed, "Wife, please, let me explain to you!.”

The inexplicable excitement and suspicion on Pei Xuan's face were evident to Cui Ti.

She gradually realized what was happening and let out a cry, attempting to pull the quilt to hide, but all she managed to do was kick her foot into thin air.

Suddenly, a wave of soreness surged over her as she hit the top of her head.

To this, Cui Ti's face turned pale from the pain.

Pei Xuan, feeling guilty like a thief caught in the act, gently set her down. Her face displayed a mix of confusion and surprise.

So, was there still a need for an explanation?

In a swift motion, Pei Xuan rushed forward and embraced Cui Ti, resolutely placing a fragrant herb under her nose. "Wife!.”

Cui Ti, now full of life and vitality, regained her consciousness but was overwhelmed by the situation.

Was this truly her husband?

And her appearance... being so beautiful?