Escalating the petulance, if Ye Huang resisted any further, Bai Xiao was ready to show him some color.
Ye Huang, seeing the fury in his little wife's eyes, had a clear grasp of her mind: "Fine, it's all my fault. I'll continue to be at fault today."
"..."
Bai Xiao stomped off to her room with a huff, abandoning her chopsticks and ignoring Ye Huang.
Breakfast had already been half-eaten by Bai Xiao, and Ye Huang chuckled softly without any disdain, picking up the chopsticks to eat slowly.
The morning light was splendid, the years tranquil.
Bai Xiao was genuinely exhausted and slept very deeply. Ye Huang checked on her twice without disturbing her, and simply sat waiting on the corridor outside the room.
Today's Ye Huang was not as cold as usual, his face warm and occasionally lit up with a smile.
They were finally truly husband and wife, and it felt wonderful. No wonder people say that the wedding night is like a small imperial exam.