Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’ Chapter 721: Its fake for now, but what if it becomes real later

Inside the library, Ying Bing’s gaze was fixed on the scroll before her. She maintained a composed and distant air, though her slender fingers gripped the book with a slight, nervous curl.

"Hey, you’ve come to the right person for advice."

"But I never asked anything, and besides, who says the engagement... that the wedding night happens during the engagement..."

Ying Bing's only exposure to such topics had been through a certain gentleman's "study materials," leaving her quite ignorant of the finer details.

However, she wasn't entirely a naive child either.

Qin Yuzhi shifted her attention toward Shang Qinqing, who stood nearby.

"That is correct! Engagement is essentially the wedding night! This has been the tradition since the era of our ancestors."

"No one possesses a better understanding of the wedding night than me. I am the true expert here, so just listen to what I say."

A certain great deity of commerce, who presided over unions and weddings, nodded with a solemn expression, her words completely disregarding established tradition.

Even though Shang Qinqing fought to keep her face neutral, the uncontrollable twitching at the corners of her mouth gave her away.

Who cares if it violates ancestral customs? A new life! I want to witness the beginning of a new life!

Ying Bing pressed her crimson lips together, acting as if she hadn't heard a word as she continued to turn the pages of her scroll.

Noticing her unmoving gaze, Shang Qinqing and Qin Yuzhi traded a knowing look.

"Little Bing’er, is it possible you two have already..."

"..."

Ying Bing offered no reply.

Shang Qinqing squinted slightly before letting out a relieved sigh. "Not yet."

"Mhm, look, the tips of her ears are turning red." Qin Yuzhi didn't even need to look closely. The usual Little Bing’er was never this flustered; it only became obvious when this specific subject was raised.

Upon hearing that, Ying Bing silently brushed her dark hair down to hide her ears.

"Since it will be your first wedding night, you obviously lack experience. Therefore, as the Azure Luan responsible for marriages, I have a duty to provide you with some fundamental knowledge."

"I also have some expertise in this area and can provide some guidance."

Qin Yuzhi stood with her arms crossed, projecting the image of someone who had seen it all.

In reality, Old Qin hadn't actually tasted the "pork" herself, but due to her frequent sleepwalking, she had witnessed plenty of "pigs" running about.

Shang Qinqing decided to begin with the basics:

"To start, you must prepare red cords. The bride has to..."

"Be tied up." Qin Yuzhi’s interruption was nothing short of scandalous.

Shang Wu: "?"

This was a complete blind spot for her. The cords were intended for tying betrothal tokens to hang above the marriage bed. Where on earth did you learn a procedure that involved binding the bride?

Confused, Shang Wu could only press on:

"Moving on, there is the drinking of the cross-cupped wine. Oh, and of course, the 'wedding candles' are essential for the wedding night, so you must have them ready in advance..."

Qin Yuzhi added as if it were common sense, "Exactly. Be sure to pick the variety made from Sea Spirit Dew. They don't burn at high temperatures, so it won't be painful when the wax drips onto the skin, and it provides quite a stimulating sensation."

Ying Bing: "Huh?"

The Cold Fairy rarely looked so bewildered. After all, with her memories as a former Empress from her previous life, what kind of spectacle had she not seen?

Yet, this was a scene she truly had never encountered.

Shang Qinqing: "?"

The deity of marriage was baffled and deeply shocked.

Where are you taking this conversation? Are the weddings you see in your dreams even proper ceremonies?

"Yuzhi, where did you pick up all of this?"

"In the dreams of the Grand Imperial Emperor. He was a man of great majesty and depth, so his word should be authoritative, shouldn't it? Is there an issue?"

"......I really didn't expect..."

"Didn't expect what?"

"Ahem, let's save that for another time." Shang Qinqing had a sudden suspicion that the techniques of the Joy Union Sect might have originated with the Grand Imperial Emperor, but since he had been dead for millennia, she bit back the comment about the 'old man being quite frisky'.

"Your methods are far too advanced. It's better if you listen to me."

"Fine."

"Now we come to the vital part. Little Bing’er, pay close attention. This is the most critical aspect of the wedding night!"

Shang Qinqing narrowed her eyes and raised a finger for emphasis.

"And that is—how to conceive a child!"

Little Mo was clearly a beginner, and Little Bing’er seemed totally lost on the subject. What if they gave up halfway through? If that happened, all of her rule-breaking today would be for nothing.

Since this wasn't a topic easily discussed with a man, she had to provide Little Bing’er with some guidance.

"Lean in closer."

Driven by genuine curiosity, Qin Yuzhi leaned forward. Ying Bing remained where she was but could hear everything clearly, as Shang Qinqing wasn't exactly whispering.

As their Sect Leader Qin listened, her face turned a deep shade of red. Despite her age, she had truly only seen the pigs run and had never tasted the pork. Now, her mind was filled with images of all that pork she had witnessed.

After speaking until her throat was dry, Shang Qinqing suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Wait.

Qin Yuzhi was having such an intense reaction, so why wasn't Little Bing’er blushing or showing any signs of excitement?

Even though the two of them often shared a bed, she was certain of one thing—Little Bing’er was definitely still pure.

"Little Bing’er, did you understand all that?"

"I heard you."

"Then why are you reacting so calmly... Do you not grasp the meaning?" Shang Qinqing asked, feeling perplexed.

Ying Bing tilted her head slightly. "I am aware. It is for dealing with Hammer Treasure. The childish one has those things in his learning materials. I have accidentally seen them many times."

"..."

The words were simple enough, but the implication was difficult to process.

What did she mean by 'accidentally seen many times'?

Was it truly an accident, or was it intentional...

And what kind of "learning" was this?

"And what on earth is Hammer Treasure... Oh!~~"

Qin Yuzhi was the first to realize.

Shang Qinqing felt a wave of embarrassment. "In that case, Little Bing’er, is there anything else you find confusing?"

"There is one thing."

"What is it? Speak freely."

"It’s... is it normal for clothes to get wet?"

Ying Bing’s expression remained ethereal and detached from the mortal world, but the questions coming from her lips became more scandalous the more one pondered them.

"Huh?" Shang Qinqing was stunned.

"What do you mean by getting clothes wet... Oh!~~"

Qin Yuzhi thought about it for a second before the realization hit her, causing her face to turn an even deeper shade of crimson.

"???"

Shang Qinqing let out a soft cough. Truthfully, she felt a bit unsettled, alongside a mix of anger and disappointment.

Little Bing’er appeared so pure and frigid, yet in secret, Li Mo had already opened so many "new worlds" for her? How many delightful scenes had she missed out on? Dammit!

Maybe she should take up the dual cultivation of the Time Dao—she desperately wanted to rewind time just to watch!

She, a prestigious deity of marriage, was being left out of the loop, all because the man she loved was a monk.

During the second half of the talk, Qin Yuzhi took over most of the explaining. After reflecting on her "observations," she reached a conclusion based on the proportions of what she knew.

Getting clothes wet... that wasn't particularly normal.

"!"

The big-headed doll let out a sharp, startled cry.

Ying Bing finally had a reaction; her clear, tranquil eyes lost their focus for a moment.

If it wasn't normal, then it was likely quite shameful. By asking that question just now, both Qin Yuzhi and Shang Qinqing were now aware...

While they were mid-conversation, Li Mo arrived at the library, having passed Xiao Qin on his way up.

"Have the plans for the engagement been finalized?"

Ying Bing looked away immediately, unable to meet his gaze at that moment.

"Oh, everything is settled."

Li Mo nodded, maintaining the poise of a perfect gentleman. "Then let us discuss the wedding night now."

"..."

Ying Bing lowered her eyes, casting a sideways glance at the two women beside her.

So, was this all a coordinated plan?

"?"

Shang Qinqing and Qin Yuzhi leaned back slightly, though they felt the urge to give Li Mo a thumbs up.

This truly hadn't been planned. At most, it was a case of great minds thinking alike.

It was no wonder he had succeeded in prying open the gates to Little Bing’er’s "new worlds"...