NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 23 - Customs
When she first heard her mistress was engaged, she thought she’d misheard—a trick of the mind. But after triple-checking, she had to believe it.
Setting aside bias and thinking it over…
Flawless skin like creamy jade, a petite yet curvy figure—like a ripe peach.
Her mistress was long past the age for marriage talks, naturally needing a man’s touch. But with her sky-high standards, what kind of person could capture her heart?
…
Su Yu had no clue he’d been spotted—or that he’d sparked someone’s burning curiosity.
Either way, he was pretty pleased with this outing.
He hadn’t seen his future Lady Wife’s face, but her figure and aura alone? He was already smitten.
Su Yu was a sucker for looks—high beauty meant they could do no wrong in his eyes. He’d always had a soft spot for pretty people, which was why he couldn’t resist Gu Yanran’s kiss. He’d felt a twinge of regret turning her down before, but now…
“Am I kinda scummy? Falling for every pretty face?”
Su Yu scratched his head.
Fine, he’d admit it—he was a bit of a cad, drooling over bodies.
Seeing his future Lady Wife’s charm, especially those white silk legs, he had zero complaints about the engagement. He was even eager to meet her.
…
Marriage in this world wasn’t simpler than his last. The rituals were grander, the preparations more elaborate.
As the wedding neared, the Su household buzzed with activity. Lanterns and streamers went up, and Qiluo City glowed with festivity.
“Joy” characters, red silk… red lanterns hung high at the mansion gates.
He was the Su family’s only son—couldn’t skimp on the pomp.
But what intrigued Su Yu more was the wedding procession.
The Lin and Su families were thousands of miles apart. A carriage? They’d be traveling for years!
Little Qing explained.
For short trips, carriages worked. For long hauls, you rented flying boats.
Small ones covered a thousand miles a day; big ones could cross ten thousand in half a day.
These were products of cultivator factions—even immortals needed cash sometimes.
Flying gear was pricey—beyond the Su family’s means for more than a few. But the bride’s side said money was no issue, leaving the Su family speechless.
No helping it—the gap between the Su family and a cultivator clan like the Lin family was massive.
It was like a comfy middle-class home marrying into the city’s richest tycoon.
Try pulling off a regular wedding—the bride’s family would scoff.
And since it was a wedding, guests were a must.
The Su family’s invitees were manageable—local merchants, mortal nobles. But the Lin family’s friends and kin?
You mingled with your own kind—no disrespect meant. The Lin guests were cultivator clans and sect disciples.
Mundane decor and feasts—would they even glance at them?
So, the wedding details fell mostly to the bride’s side.
Su Yu had always wondered why, with such a gap, Lin Qingyue’s parents agreed to this match.
Now it clicked—he’d overlooked this world’s basics.
The heavens shifted: women could cultivate, men couldn’t.
That meant if you wanted a man, mortals were your only pick.
At best, you’d use rare treasures to toughen your partner’s body or extend their life. But getting a man on the immortal path? Impossible.
Some ascended Immortal Lady tried to change that, researching for centuries—fruitless.
“No men? Can’t I just go for women?”
Sure, but as the saying went: “Yuri’s great, but it can’t procreate.”
For a while, yuri vibes surged—men lost appeal.
The result?
Population plummeted. The Immortal Lady panicked.
You’re living your yuri life, but what about the world?!
If the young followed suit, withImmortal Lady immortal and the trend unchecked, centuries later, humanity would vanish.
No way!!
Top Immortal Lady stepped in, breaking up yuri pairs left and right. They set rules: crack down on yuri, punish every case, reward snitches!
That history taught them men’s value. Even without cultivation, women gave men due respect.
Holding the wedding at the groom’s place was a nod to that—no disdain implied.
All these hassles piled up.
Good thing Su Yu didn’t have to sweat it. He just waited, bowed at the ceremony, and entered the bridal chamber.
So, even with the wedding looming, he stayed relaxed—eating when hungry, sleeping when tired, same old routine.
But in his boredom, he heard a juicy tidbit.
The second son of the Dong family—one of Qiluo’s big three—ran off with a horse groomer. The Dong family raged, but before they could chase him, he came crawling back.
Rumor was, their old nag jolted like a tractor. The pampered second son couldn’t hack it—worn out, he returned to “rethink things.”
He could rethink, but the groomer couldn’t. Her fate was grim.
Good thing he hadn’t eloped!
Spoiled as he was, he’d fare no better than that second son. If he’d run off, he’d be the laughingstock now.
Su Yu mused.
…
Two days later.
The “three letters and six rites” were done months ago—proposal settled. Tomorrow was the auspicious day—his wedding day.
Su Yu wasn’t thrilled…
True, for a guy, it felt weird. But when in Rome—no choice.
With time tight, his jittery nerves turned to irritation.
No help for it—he had zero experience!
Friendless, orphaned early, Su Yu had always been alone, used to a solitary life.
But starting tomorrow, that would change.
So, rare for him, he couldn’t sleep.
He leaned on the windowsill, staring at the starry sky.
Countless thoughts bubbled up—anticipation, confusion, and something vague.
Family, friends, love…
What would the future hold?