The bridal chamber shimmered in candlelight — soft, flickering, and slow. The walls were painted in ethereal brushstrokes of lotus red and pale jade, and the scent of moonlotus vines hung thick in the air. Dragon gold and phoenix-blue candles lined the walls in lotus-shaped holders, their flames swaying like a celestial dance, casting long shadows against silk curtains embroidered with heavenly sigils.
On the floor, frost-glass blossoms glistened, glowing faintly in the candlelight as if dipped in starlight. They were scattered meticulously, leading a trail from the entrance to the center of the room — where a grand bed stood carved from Immortal Jadewood, layered in celestial silk sheets dyed with Heartfire Orchid extract. A veil of red gauze hung loosely above it, symbolic of passion and fate, rippling with the gentle caress of spiritual breeze.
Tianyang entered first, pulse steady but heart ablaze.
