C14 Ye Yun and Leng Wuyan's Wedding Night!

The wedding celebration of Ye Yun and Leng Wuyan had finally concluded!

The disciples were in high spirits, accompanying Ye Yun and Leng Wuyan to the threshold of their room.

Suddenly, Ye Yun turned around, prompting the disciples to hastily flash smiles and greet him with, "Young Master Ye."

Now that Ye Yun was the husband of the Great Empress, the disciples naturally had to adjust how they addressed him!

One disciple clamored to peek inside the room, but Ye Yun deftly blocked the doorway with a hand.

The news of Leng Wuyan's marriage had deeply saddened the disciples. Observing their forlorn faces, Ye Yun felt a shiver run down his spine.

With that, Ye Yun firmly shut the door.

Left with no other option, the disciples reluctantly dispersed.

Ye Yun let out a relieved sigh and patted his chest.

Entering the room, he found Leng Wuyan seated at the vanity, calmly beginning to remove her makeup as if the day had been like any other.

Ye Yun opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated.

"Just say what you want to say," Leng Wuyan prompted, not pausing in her task.

"Now that we're married, shouldn't we be enjoying a beautiful wedding night?" Ye Yun ventured, standing behind her.

"What?" Leng Wuyan turned, her gaze icy and detached, with a hint of menace lurking within.

"Nothing," Ye Yun backpedaled hastily, taking an awkward seat on the edge of the bed.

He watched as Leng Wuyan's elegant silhouette unfurled. She removed her hairpin, and her hair cascaded down in a smooth fall.

Rising, Leng Wuyan shed her red gown, revealing the intimate garments beneath.

Ye Yun's eyes lingered on the pale curve of her neck and her impeccable figure, his gaze unwavering, his throat working a subtle swallow.

Though married to Leng Wuyan, Ye Yun faced the sting of her disinterest in intimacy, leaving him somewhat disheartened.

"To the world, Leng Wuyan is the Great Empress, but to me, she is simply my wife," Ye Yun mused, allowing himself to admire her form without reservation.

"I will make Leng Wuyan fall in love with me," Ye Yun vowed silently to himself.

"Honey, come over here!" Ye Yun summoned his courage and called out to Leng Wuyan.

Leng Wuyan turned around, her gaze filled with confusion as she looked at Ye Yun.

She wondered, "What's gotten into Ye Yun? Has he forgotten the rules I laid down for him?"

"Push me any further, and I might just kill you," warned Leng Wuyan.

"Honey, our wedding night is no time for violence," Ye Yun protested.

Leng Wuyan wasn't in the mood for conversation.

"Immature," Leng Wuyan remarked dismissively.

"Honey, you must be exhausted after a long day! Come rest. I've made the bed for you," Ye Yun offered.

Leng Wuyan gave a slight nod and headed straight for the bed.

"Get up!" At Leng Wuyan's command, Ye Yun instinctively shot to his feet, wondering what she had in mind.

"Could Leng Wuyan be ready to consummate our marriage?" Ye Yun thought, a smile creeping onto his face. He nearly chuckled aloud.

"You'll be sleeping on the floor. Here's your blanket," Leng Wuyan declared, grabbing a blanket from the bed and tossing it to the floor.

Ye Yun's hopes were dashed. He stood there, dejected.

"Honey, the floor is cold," Ye Yun whined, trying to coax Leng Wuyan.

But Leng Wuyan paid him no heed.

"Making me sleep on the floor on our wedding night... If word gets out, how will I ever face anyone at the sect again?"

"You're already my woman. Why do you insist on making me sleep on the floor?"

"Moreover, we've already been intimate. What's there to be shy about?"

Ye Yun's thoughts slipped out before he could catch them.

"You have no shame! This is my room, and you'll sleep on the floor if I say so," Leng Wuyan stated, her voice tinged with resignation. She couldn't fathom Ye Yun's audacity, yet she wasn't angry.

"The room and the bed may be yours, but now you belong to me."

"Shouldn't you show some respect for your husband?" Ye Yun readied his argument to convince Leng Wuyan.

Leng Wuyan continued to ignore him. She was resolute in maintaining her distance.

Leng Wuyan was anxious about the possibility of becoming intimate with Ye Yun once more.

With a series of swift motions, Ye Yun lifted the wine glass from the table and downed several glasses in succession, seeking liquid courage.

Finishing his last drink, he set the glass aside and approached Leng Wuyan from behind. A smile played on his lips as he took hold of her arm and gave a firm tug, causing her to stumble and fall into his embrace.

She looked up, their eyes locking. "Wife, you're stunning," he whispered.

In that instant, Leng Wuyan found herself mesmerized by Ye Yun, her eyes closing shyly.

Ye Yun's lips puckered, inching closer to Leng Wuyan's.

But as he was about to kiss her, Leng Wuyan's clarity returned. She reminded herself not to lose herself in passion.

With a swift motion, she pushed Ye Yun away. "You're being too bold!"

"I reserve my boldness for you," retorted Ye Yun.

With the Great Empress in his arms, how could Ye Yun remain composed? He pulled her in even closer.

Their proximity allowed them to hear the rapid beating of each other's hearts, racing at a pace several times their normal rhythm.

Ye Yun struggled to contain his desire, yearning to be with Leng Wuyan.

Leng Wuyan, mustering her strength, attempted to escape Ye Yun's hold.

Yet, Ye Yun's embrace was unyielding, his arms refusing to release her.

Their struggle led to a tumble onto the bed, with Ye Yun on top. Her icy body instantly found warmth beneath him.

Ye Yun's weight made it hard for her to draw breath.

The alcohol emboldened him, and he murmured Leng Wuyan's name tenderly.

To his surprise, Leng Wuyan responded with a soft whisper.

A smug satisfaction filled Ye Yun. "Even the Great Empress submits to me," he thought.

Narrowing his eyes, he propped himself on one arm while the other gently stroked Leng Wuyan's cheek. He leaned in for a kiss.

But then, a cat's meow shattered the moment!

Ye Yun froze, a string of curses running through his mind.

He closed his eyes once more, yearning to kiss Leng Wuyan.

But the sudden yowl of a cat snapped Leng Wuyan back to the present.

Her eyes flew open, and she delivered a fierce kick!

It struck Ye Yun squarely in the groin.

"You heartless woman!" Ye Yun clutched himself, wincing, as he pointed an accusing finger at Leng Wuyan.

With a cold huff, Leng Wuyan warned, "Try that again, and next time, I won't be so lenient."

The kick was merciless. Had Ye Yun's powers not been greatly enhanced, he might have been seriously injured.

"Babe, that was too harsh! Do you want to end up a widow?"