"There's no great joy, I don't like that phrase,"
...
Qu Tan'er glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw him... dressed in a silver-white long robe, where was any hint of joy? So, her stifled mood gave way to curiosity, "Where is your groom's wedding attire, the big red wedding robe?"
"Jingxuan wore it."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"He wore it to go greet that woman with the surname Zhao on my behalf."
"And the wedding ceremony?"
"I'm not feeling well today, so it's not strange for him to stand in for me again."
"Does he have to stand in for you for the bridal chamber too?"
"If Jingxuan wishes, I wouldn't mind."
"Uh..." Qu Tan'er's face fell.
Mo Liancheng tenderly wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her forehead, gently touching it, "I've lived for 22 years, and now I've only ever married one woman and have done the wedding rites with only one woman. In this lifetime, she's the only one qualified. No other women can even dream of it."
