With a single push, she shoved Lou Buqi away, using the momentum to spin outward.
Deeply ingrained memories allowed her to assume the opening pose of a dance the moment she began to spin.
Her toes naturally lifted onto their tips.
"Lou Buqi, I dance beautifully. Let me dance for you," Ju Yue said, her voice trembling.
She had never experienced intimacy between a man and a woman and didn’t know what awaited her.
She had tried hard to adapt to this era and this family, yet it still felt unfamiliar.
This man was strong and captivating. She feared he might hurt her, but even more, she feared losing herself to him.
Whenever Ju Yue didn’t know what to do, she grew nervous, and when nervous, she wanted to dance.
So, she danced!
Lou Buqi watched, mesmerized, his eyes fixed intently on Ju Yue.
She danced on her own, her movements graceful and light, humming a soft, melodious tune.
Soft yet agile.
Like a fairy who had accidentally wandered into the mortal world.
The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow, making Ju Yue seem to radiate light herself.
Lou Buqi was enchanted.
Before meeting Ju Yue, he had never believed in the saying, "Some friendships feel old even at first meeting."
He only believed in the power of perseverance over time.
Just like his name, which meant "never abandoning the smallest efforts, achieving success through persistence."
But upon seeing Ju Yue and spending only a single day with her, he felt as though they had known each other for a lifetime.
Every strand of her hair, every fingernail, seemed to have grown from his heart, shaped according to his deepest desires.
He only wanted to watch her, listen to her, follow her, and become her devoted admirer.
As the old saying goes, "Study early, eat early, and consummate the marriage even earlier!"
The figure before him moved with grace, and the slender curve of her waist as she danced under the candlelight was utterly captivating.
It was as if a hook had firmly caught Lou Buqi’s gaze.
His heart stirred with passion, and he couldn’t resist joining her.
Lou Buqi didn’t know how to dance, but he knew martial arts.
"Clang!"
He drew the Xuanyuan Sword from his treasure shelf and stepped onto the floor to dance with Ju Yue.
Ju Yue was already lost in the dance, completely forgetting what she was supposed to do.
Seeing Lou Buqi join her, she swayed toward him, her eyes sparkling as she matched his movements.
Their actions were smooth and fluid. Though it was their first time dancing together, they moved as if they had rehearsed it thousands of times, perfectly in sync.
Hand to hand, leg to leg, they circled, stretched, and leaped…
Finally, with a decisive sword thrust, they struck a pose.
The candlelight in the room shone brightly, leaving only the sound of their heavy breathing.
But then, an ominous sound reached their ears…
It was the creaking of wood rubbing against wood.
Immediately after.
"Boom!"
With a deafening crash, the intricately crafted Babuchuang, a masterpiece born from the painstaking efforts of countless artisans…
It collapsed!
She danced, he wielded his sword, and they cooperated seamlessly, joyfully and intimately.
So joyfully, in fact, that they managed to split the bed in two!
Both sobered up instantly, staring wide-eyed as the bed groaned in agony before them, split down the middle, and crashed to the floor.
They were both dumbfounded.
For a full two minutes, neither could move.
It wasn’t until Zhu Ye, Dui Dui, and the other maids heard the commotion and rushed over to ask what had happened that the two snapped out of their daze.
This was real! Not a dream.
Zhu Ye was stunned but quickly regained her composure.
Ever since Shiziye carried Shizifei back, everything in Weigongyuan had been thrown into chaos.
It was hurtling uncontrollably in an unstoppable direction, completely beyond restraint.
It was just a collapsed bed—there were still many good days ahead!
No need to panic, stay calm, stay calm!
Watching Zhu Ye's expression shift from shock to composure in just two or three seconds, Ju Yue closed her eyes in pain and despair.
Truly, once a person accepts a certain notion, there's no going back.
In Zhu Ye's mind, she probably had no image left at all.
Turning to look at Lou Buqi, the other culprit, she asked, "What do we do? Get a new bed?"
Lou Buqi was still holding the sword that could slice through iron like mud. Even with a face as thick as steel, he felt a bit awkward at the moment.
He said, "Change… change it! Go find the steward."
Although it wasn't ideal to disturb the steward in the middle of the night, what was a steward for?
Wasn't it to handle unexpected situations for their masters?!
Zhu Ye hesitated, "But forgive this servant for speaking out of turn—it's only the second day of the newlyweds' marriage. Wouldn't changing the bed be inauspicious?"
Such a thing was unprecedented and unheard of throughout history. There was no precedent for them to follow!
Dui Dui raised her hand, "It's best not to let this get out."
"It's only the second day of the young lady and young master's marriage, and they've already broken the bed. It wouldn't sound good if word got out, and it would harm the young lady's reputation."
Everyone nodded in unison three times, "Right!"
After nodding, they all turned their attention to the collapsed bed.
What to do?
Changing the bed was inauspicious and didn't sound good.
That left only one option—repair it!
And it had to be done overnight, quietly, without drawing attention, ensuring no one outside Weigongyuan would know!
They had to fix the mess they'd made and bear the consequences of their actions.
Everyone in the courtyard stayed awake, secretly starting to repair the bed.
But no matter how quietly they worked, repairing a bed inevitably made some noise.
Naturally, it alerted the night patrol matrons and guards, who knocked on the courtyard gate to inquire.
Everyone unanimously chose Dui Dui to handle it.
The girl looked round and honest, the most likely to put people at ease.
Moreover, she had made a name for herself just the day before.
When she and Ju Yue were abandoned outside Yunyang Marquis Mansion, with all the procession and matchmakers gone, only she remained steadfastly by her mistress's side, sharing in her honor and disgrace.
She was hailed as a loyal and righteous servant!
She could practically serve as a role model for all maidservants.
Now, Dui Dui had the highest reputation in the Wangfu.
No one dared to question her words.
So, Dui Dui rubbed her eyes, pretending to be drowsy, and went out to dismiss the night patrol matrons and guards.
The patrol team didn't dare to argue with her but remained skeptical.
They had clearly heard such a loud noise—how could nothing be wrong?!
So, they all pressed their ears against the wall of Weigongyuan, straining to listen to the commotion inside.
They overheard the following conversation:
"Lift it up, lift it up! Aim it properly!"
"Ahhh, is it good now?"
"Don't move, don't move, just a little more."
"Is it done? Hurry up, I'm running out of strength."
"Almost there, just hold on a bit longer…"
"How's our work? Fits perfectly!"
Outside the courtyard wall, it was eerily quiet.
The matrons and guards all stuffed their fingers into their mouths to stifle their involuntary screams.
Ahhhhh!
Was Shiziye playing on such a grand scale?!
Just a wall away, inside the room.
Many hands make light work, and since the Babuchuang had been split in the middle with a relatively clean break, repairing it wasn’t too difficult.
Working together, it took about three hours to finally fix the bed.
By the time it was repaired, it was only the latter half of the night, so everyone still had time to rest a bit.
Ju Yue repeatedly thanked everyone and took out the prepared red envelopes, distributing them one by one to express her gratitude for their help.
A few young maidservants, blushing, mustered their courage and stepped forward to ask Ju Yue.