Bai Suzhen, I really need to punish you properly.

Fan Shiyi Niang placed her hands on her knees, her slender fingertips clenching nervously into small, pink fists.

"How could that be?"

Faced with this sensitive and anxious young girl, Wang Xuan naturally comforted her gently.

He sat down beside her, the faint fragrance of the girl lingering around his nose. He reached out and covered her soft, boneless left hand, gently rubbing the back of her hand with his fingertips to soothe her.

Beneath the veil, Fan Shiyi Niang's voice was soft and low: "Actually, I myself feel conflicted."

Wang Xuan half-jokingly comforted her, "People often talk about monogamy. Your husband is me, and your wife is San Niang. Isn't that perfect?"

Fan Shiyi Niang lowered her eyes, her face flushed with shyness, and her red embroidered shoes unconsciously shrank back: "How can you calculate it like that?"

"You and Third Sister are just close friends who appreciate each other. Your feelings for her and your feelings for me are not contradictory."

Fan Shiyi Niang whispered, "Really...you won't dislike me in the future?"

Why is there a future?

But Wang Xuan didn't think much of it and replied decisively, "Of course not."

The two fell silent, and the room became quiet for a moment.

After a long silence, Fan Shiyi Niang asked suspiciously, "Brother Xuan, why haven't you taken off my veil yet?"

"I don't have much experience."

"Pfft~" Fan Shiyi Niang couldn't help but laugh out loud, and teased shyly, "Brother Xuan, weren't you married before?"

This is truly a miscarriage of justice for Wang Xuan.

Whether it was with Rouge or Bai Suzhen, there was no ritual of lifting the veil during their wedding night.

Wang Xuan knew that if things didn't continue tonight, Fan Shiyi Niang would probably only start to overthink things.

He raised his hand and gently lifted the red veil, revealing a beautifully sculpted face.

The girl's eyes held a faint smile, instantly brightening the entire bridal chamber.

Wang Xuan laughed and said, "This is truly the first time I've ever lifted the red veil."

Fan Shiyi Niang's cheeks flushed, and she looked at him timidly with her eyes: "Will my sisters accept me?"

Wang Xuan was slightly taken aback, not understanding the meaning behind Fan Shiyi Niang's words.

But the die was cast, and he said softly, "Yes, they will. They are all very good people."

Seeing the girl's half-shy and half-uneasy expression, Wang Xuan decided to prove it with action and kissed her little mouth.

When Fan Shiyi Niang saw him kiss her, her heart pounded like a deer, and she felt as if she were floating on clouds. She had no mind to think of anything else.

After a long, lingering kiss, the two reluctantly parted, their breaths slightly ragged as they breathed in the fresh air.

Fan Shiyi Niang's cheeks burned, and she whispered a reminder: "Brother Xuan, we haven't drunk the nuptial wine yet."

"We drink imported wine."

The lights flickered, and the affection deepened.

Their clothes gradually slipped off, revealing their bright red wedding gowns, pink undergarments, and pure white stockings, which were scattered all over the ground.

……

The next morning.

A ray of sunlight shone through the carved window frame onto the bed.

Fan Shiyi Niang, like a docile and lazy cat, wrapped her arms around his waist and nestled in his embrace.

Wang Xuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the beauty in his arms. Her hair was disheveled, and there were faint tear stains at the corners of her eyes, making her look pitiful.

Despite his extreme tenderness last night, she was still a naive young girl and inevitably felt uncomfortable.

I haven't been home all night, and I don't know what's going on at home.

But since things had come to this, he decided to put aside his other thoughts and spend a little more time with her.

After an unknown amount of time, Fan Shiyi Niang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her hazy eyes, softly calling out, "Brother Xuan."

"Mmm." Wang Xuan gently stroked her.

Fan Shiyi Niang nestled closer to him, her heart filled with a lingering, yearning.

Then she raised her head, pouted her pink lips, and softly suggested, "Brother, why don't you take Third Sister in as well? That way we can stay together forever."

She genuinely felt it was necessary to let Third Sister experience this kind of joy.

Wang Xuan gently shook his head: "You like me, but Third Sister doesn't like me."

"I have a way!"

Wang Xuan couldn't help but pinch her cheek: "Don't worry about Third Aunt's affairs."

The two started being affectionate again.

Wang Xuan knew that Feng San Niang would never agree to this.

Fan Shiyi Niang's method was simply to get San Niang drunk so that he could take advantage of the situation.

If he really did that, how would he be any different from Meng Xiucai in the original story, who took advantage of others' misfortunes and exploited their vulnerability?

As a fox spirit, Feng San Niang can directly enter the realm of celestial immortals and enjoy immortality as long as she does not break the precept against lust.

Even if Feng San Niang were truly one of the women in the "Record of a Hundred Beauties," Wang Xuan would not harm her cultivation for his own selfish desires.

However, it's truly puzzling that such stunning beauties as Feng San Niang and Fan Shi Yi Niang are not included in the "List of a Hundred Beauties".

Some tenderness.

Fan Shiyi Niang was too lazy to even move a finger.

"You should get some rest."

Wang Xuan touched her soft earlobe, gently gave her some instructions, then got up, dressed, and walked out of the bridal chamber refreshed.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, he turned around and saw Feng San Niang staring straight at him with bloodshot eyes.

Wang Xuan then remembered there was a "victim" outside the door, immediately wiping the smugness from her face and asking with a puzzled expression, "What's with that expression?"

Feng San Niang glared at him resentfully, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said reproachfully, "Couldn't you have been a little gentler last night?"

"Why are you eavesdropping?"

Wang Xuan looked slightly displeased.

"Who was eavesdropping? You guys were making too much noise."

Feng San Niang quickly denied it. Although she hadn't deliberately eavesdropped, she could still hear Fan Shiyi Niang's mournful cries last night.

Wang Xuan looked helpless and spread his hands in defense, saying, "You can't blame me, I was just panting."

Feng San Niang blushed and gave a light, embarrassed snort: "Stop! We're not close enough to discuss bedroom matters yet."

"Didn't you start the conversation?" Wang Xuan was speechless for a moment. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

"You're leaving already?"

Wang Xuan said in a serious tone, "Shiyi Niang is already very tired. Even if you want me to have a child for you, it's not something that can be accomplished overnight. It's a long and steady process."

"Pah, pah, pah!" Feng Sanniang spat a few times, both embarrassed and annoyed. "Who told you about this?"

Wang Xuan looked at her questioningly: "Then what are you going to say?"

"Take Shiyi Niang back to your residence."

"Take him back to my residence?"

"yes."

Feng San Niang nodded repeatedly, her eyes sparkling with a lively light.

"But didn't we agree before that I would only have children for you?"

"That's what I told you, but not what I told Eleventh Sister." Feng Sanniang launched a full-scale attack, pressing relentlessly, "You've already had physical intimacy with her, don't you want to take responsibility? You really think you can just come here whenever you have nothing better to do? What do you take this place for? What do you take her for?"

Wang Xuan then realized that he had been set up.

Feng San Niang was certain that he wouldn't abandon her after starting something.

"No! Are all foxes this cunning?"

Feng San Niang smiled slyly: "That's called being clever."