Lean Village nestled at the foot of a mountain in the Duan Heng Ranges, completely isolated from the world. It comprised only about thirty families.

The government had planned to develop tourism there, but due to unforeseen issues, the plan never materialized.

The area was strikingly beautiful, surrounded by mountains and rivers. The Lean River flowed into the Nu River, and upstream from the village lay valleys abundant in medicinal herbs—the villagers’ primary source of income.

Today, the village buzzed with celebratory energy. Susu, the woman who had taught them herbalism and medicine, was getting married.

“Susu is breathtakingly beautiful, like a goddess!” “Yes, I’ve seen many celebrities on TV, but none as pretty as Susu.” “But doesn’t her husband look rather ordinary? He doesn’t seem to match Susu.” “Why does it matter? It’s fine as long as Susu loves him. That young man is very kind.” …..

After Susu and Ye Mo were reunited, she removed her veil, stunning the villagers with her ethereal beauty.

Ye Mo was overjoyed. He could finally be with Luo Ying.

The villagers, genuine and free from city customs, simply gathered to celebrate and offer their well wishes. Ye Mo and Luo Ying appreciated this simplicity.

After a day of festivities, the village quieted. Ye Mo entered a small room with Luo Ying, her head still covered by a red veil. This was where Luo Ying had lived for two years, and now it would be their home.

The large red candles brightly lit the room. Ye Mo excitedly unveiled Luo Ying. In their glow, her face seemed even more beautiful, her shyness enchanting him.

“Susu, you’re truly beautiful,” Ye Mo longed to say. Though Luo Ying had washed away his mask with herbs, the poison remained.

Though unspoken, Luo Ying understood. She felt his hand tremble slightly, overwhelmed by love.

“Wait—” Though he couldn’t hear her, she blew out the candles. She knew she would be with Ye Mo tonight, but the red candles made her too shy.

Though the candles were out, moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating their eyes, reflecting their deep love.

Luo Ying’s soft body and delicate fragrance overwhelmed Ye Mo. Soon, most of her clothes were gone, and she was a lamb in his arms, clinging to him, surrendering to his touch.

Despite his desire, Ye Mo considered her cultivation. He had written the first level of a cultivation method for her three days prior; she clearly had a spiritual root. He believed she could reach the first stage within a month with the help of a spirit stone.

But would taking her virginity now affect her cultivation? What if he prevented her foundation establishment?

Feeling Ye Mo hesitate, Luo Ying looked up in confusion.

He couldn't use a mind-cleansing chant, but his love for Luo Ying would conquer any hardship.

“I’m afraid taking your virginity tonight might hinder your foundation establishment. Shall we wait until you reach that stage, and then—” Ye Mo wrote halfway before Luo Ying took the paper.

She shook her head, her body speaking volumes. She only wanted to be with him; nothing else mattered, especially with the poison in his body.

Without the chant, Ye Mo could no longer control himself. The bed creaked softly under the moonlight.

Luo Ying’s body responded intensely to Ye Mo's touch. She moaned, her hands clinging to his back.

It was initially painful, but as Ye Mo continued, she didn't want to let go. She held him as tightly as she could, giving him everything.

It was Luo Ying’s first time, and Ye Mo wasn't exactly experienced either. He held her close, feeling her heart beat in time with his own. In that moment, they were one.

“Mmm!” Luo Ying cried out, clinging to him even tighter.

In Luo Ying’s heart, Ye Mo was everything. He filled her with love and longing. Now, her body was his, and his warmth remained within her.

Finally, the bed fell silent. Ye Mo kissed her lovingly, and they drifted to sleep.

….

The rooster’s crow broke the village’s quiet. Luo Ying opened her eyes, gazing at Ye Mo with tenderness.

She should have married him sooner. It was late, but she had done it. She gently touched his face, realizing, ‘How could thirty days ever be enough?’ She wanted three hundred years, three thousand, thirty thousand—an eternity with him.

For the first time, Luo Ying felt intense hatred. She hated Jie Xuan even more than Jing Xi.

If not for her, she would be with Ye Mo forever, bearing his children.

No, she had to find a cure, heal her husband, and live with him forever!

The first thing Ye Mo saw was Luo Ying bustling about. Even as a Yellow Level Middle Stage ancient martial artist, she moved a little awkwardly after their first night.

Ye Mo rose, his heart warm. He watched her silently. No matter the past, she was his wife now. He would love and protect her.