Under the moonlit Poison King Valley, lights were ablaze, and the red lanterns swayed gently with the night breeze.
In the bridal chamber, the room was suffused with a warm, orange glow, but the bed inside was broken into pieces. Chen Mo and Nalan Yiren were nestled amidst a pile of shattered wood, with the former looking astonished and the latter's face flushed red. Her tender toes curled inward, as if wishing to dig a three-room apartment on the floor.
Nalan Yiren really didn't know what to do next. She couldn't very well call someone in and say they broke the bed while consummating their marriage and needed it replaced.
That would truly be embarrassing beyond measure.
She looked at Chen Mo uneasily, hoping he would come up with a solution.
