CFB Chapter 127 – Finale Part 2

Translator – Xiao He Lian

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Chapter 127 Finale Part 2

 

 

The door to the inner chamber creaked open. Qingxi and the others bowed respectfully. “My Lord.”

Lu Yan nodded slightly, and the maids silently withdrew.

He was dressed in a luxurious red robe embroidered with nine layers of golden floral patterns, wearing a golden crown with a beaded design on his head, and a white jade belt around his waist. Under the flickering candlelight, his cheeks were slightly flushed from the wine, and though he looked a little tired, his half-closed eyes as he gazed at the bride made him particularly captivating.

Lu Yan’s face truly was flawless.

He reached out and pulled Shen Zhen up, leaning in to whisper into her ear with a warm breath, “Wife, help me change.”

His sultry tone made Shen Zhen blush. Her fair, delicate hands moved skillfully to wrap around his waist and unfastened his belt with a soft click. These actions were ones he had taught her himself.

“How much did you drink?” she asked naturally, lifting her head.

Lu Yan didn’t answer, only smiled. Even though he’d had a sobering soup earlier, it couldn’t dull the intoxicating allure of his wedding night.

As she continued undressing him, halfway through, his strong arms clamped onto her body. In an instant, the red belly band with bird-like floral patterns fell to the ground, and his gaze shifted downwards, revealing her smooth and jade-like ankles.

They tumbled onto the bed like second nature.

Lu Yan flipped her over and kissed her back. Shen Zhen let out a soft moan, prompting him to bite gently at her shoulder.

Her figure was delicate and graceful—slender shoulders, narrow waist, long neck, and fair skin—every inch evoking affection.

Lying on the bed, Shen Zhen whispered, “My lord…”

Slightly drunk, his strength was a little unrestrained. His hand slid down her back and landed with a soft slap on her curved lower back.

It didn’t hurt, but it was enough to make her heart race.

“What did you call me?”

Driven by survival instinct, Shen Zhen immediately corrected herself, “Husband.”

He lowered his head to look at her, reaching out to explore.

Her delicate petals couldn’t withstand his touch and bloomed eagerly. Lu Yan’s adams apple bobbed as he called her name in a husky voice, “Zhen zhen.”

The way he called her name made it sound like he was asking: “Are you ready?”

But then, she suddenly turned around.

Their eyes met. Lu Yan asked, “What is it?”

Perhaps embarrassed by what she was about to say, Shen Zhen brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, saying coquettishly, “Husband, come closer.”

Her soft voice was enough to melt someone. Lu Yan obliged, leaning forward.

Shen Zhen tugged on his arm gently, coaxing, “Closer still.”

Finally, she managed to grab his ear and whispered, “I want to lie down.”

Lu Yan froze.

She had always followed his lead—on top, below, standing, kneeling, even midair—but this was the first time she’d made a request.

He bit her lip and asked in a low voice, “You like lying down?”

Shen Zhen replied, “Zheng momo said it makes it easier to conceive.” She did like lying down, but was too shy to admit it outright, so she used this excuse.

At that, Lu Yan looked down at her smooth stomach, gently caressing it, imagining that it would swell up little by little. It was indeed very desirable.

Then, he lifted her leg…

Shen Zhen thought what they were doing tonight was proper—just one time was enough.

But for a man who had endured a long drought and now found sweet rain, how could he stop after one taste? Well into the night, the sounds from inside the room hadn’t ceased, and even the maids on night duty, Tang Yue and Qingxi, were blushing furiously.

No one knew how much time passed. Tears hung from Shen Zhen’s lashes as Lu Yan leaned down to kiss her gently, whispering, “I’ll be gentler, don’t cry.”

The helpless girl, legs numb, suddenly recalled her elder sisters’ advice.

Worried about the tea ceremony the next morning, Shen Zhen suddenly clung to his neck and whispered, “Husband… swollen…”

Lu Yan’s back stiffened. “What?”

Looking tearfully up at him, she repeated, “Swollen.”

He frowned, heart racing. Then Shen Zhen suddenly closed her eyes, hugged his neck, and rocked him a little. “Husband… it hurts, please be gentle…”

The moment she finished, Lu Yan surrendered. He took a deep breath and abruptly pulled out.

Afraid her act would be exposed, Shen Zhen rubbed against him twice with closed eyes.

“Still hurts?” he asked softly.

She took his hand and replied, “It’s better now.”

“I’ll take you to the bathing room.” With that, he scooped her up.

From the bedroom to the bathing room was only a few steps. Shen Zhen suddenly remembered their first real night together in Chengyuan.

That night, after he released her, he went to wash alone. When he returned, his expression was dark and unreadable. He didn’t touch her again after lying down.

She had stared at his back for a long time.

She had felt so sad that day.

Sad because everything she thought she would have had vanished—no wedding night, no red candles, no husband…

But now, he was hers.

Her thoughts returned to the present.

Back from the bathing room, her eyes landed on the still-burning wedding candles. She leaned up and kissed his chin.

Lu Yan kissed her forehead, tucked her into the blanket, and held her close.

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The Next Morning

As the morning sun streamed in, Shen Zhen opened her eyes. The identity of “new bride” weighing heavily on her, she quickly shook Lu Yan awake.

He rubbed his temples. “What is it?”

She looked a bit anxious and whispered, “We must greet your parents today.”

“No rush, it’s still early,” Lu Yan said, opening his eyes.

Still, she began to dress and fix her hair quickly. “We have to arrive early…”

Knowing how proper she always was, Lu Yan sat up. Shen Zhen called for Qingxi to help with her makeup and tidied herself swiftly.

Watching her quick, practiced movements, Lu Yan chuckled.

He helped her by the waist as they prepared to go pay respects to the princess. Along the way, Shen Zhen kept reminding him to prompt her if there were too many people.

Lu Yan smiled and agreed.

 

Eighteenth of the third Month. 

There were clear skies, warm breeze and beautiful sunshine.

Old Lady Lu watched her grandson being attentive to his new bride and couldn’t help but laugh. Before Shen Zhen entered, she patted the Princess of Jing’an’s hand and teased, “Who’d have thought, our stubborn Third boy turned out to be quite the doting husband.”

The princess chuckled but thought to herself: after all the effort it took to marry her, if he didn’t dote on her now, there’d be no saving him.

The newlyweds entered.

Shen Zhen’s beauty needed no introduction. Most in the room had seen her before and even those who have not seen her know the famous name of the Shen family daughter in Chang’an.

She looked gentle and radiant. Her gaze was clear as spring water. With her elegant hair and refined brows, standing beside the charming Lu Yan, they made a strikingly perfect couple.

Lu Yan stepped forward first. “Greetings, Grandmother.”

Shen Zhen followed with a bow and a gentle “Grandmother.”

The old lady responded with a smile.

Then it was time to greet the Duke and Princess. Shen Zhen respectfully addressed them as Mother and Father, and took a tray from Qingxi’s hands, presenting it to the princess.

On the tray were dates, chestnuts, and ginger-marinated dried meat—symbols for “early sons” and “a prosperous family.”

The duke and princess returned the gesture with a cup of wine.

After greeting the elders, Shen Zhen followed Lu Yan to greet the other two family branches. Every time Lu Yan called someone, she followed suit.

Lastly, they visited the family ancestral hall to offer incense.

Once Shen Zhen left, the women in the room buzzed.

Lu Heng nudged Lu Jin. “Did you see the marks on Third Sister-in-law’s neck?”  God knows, Shen Zhen had already applied two layers of makeup.

Lu Jin blushed and whispered, “I didn’t think that the Third Brother was that kind of man…” Lustful.

Lu Heng sighed. “Tsk. Third Miss Shen really is beautiful. No wonder Sun Mi used to badmouth her, saying she was some man’s mistress…”

Before she could finish, Madam Wen smacked Lu Heng on the head. “Are you even a proper young lady?”

Lu Heng cried out. “Mother, why do you always hit me?”

Madam Wen snapped, “Why didn’t you say all that in front of your third brother?”

“I’m not stupid,” Lu Heng replied innocently.

Madam Wen fumed, “You’re getting a lesson today for sure…”

Lu Heng quickly pleaded, “I meant she was wronged!”

“You’re not allowed to gossip anymore!” Madam Wen scolded, grabbing her arm.

Back in the Su Ning Hall, it was already noon. Shen Zhen sighed in relief, went to the mirror, and pulled at her collar, then cast a resentful look at the man reading on the bed.

“They must’ve seen it.”

Lu Yan looked up, pretending not to understand. “Seen what?”

The silly girl walked over, pointing to the red marks on her neck.

Lu Yan touched them with his fingertips, tracing the red marks. When he looked up again, his gaze was heavier.

Sensing danger, Shen Zhen clutched her collar and stepped back.

Lu Yan calmly patted the edge of the bed and smiled. “Shen Zhen, come here.”

Her feet froze.

He looked at her with a relaxed posture and a teasing smile.

Newly wed Yan’er, with beautiful spring scenery. From now on, the once-lonely Su Ning Hall will always have her gentle presence.

 

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Translator Note –

Hii guuuys, finally Chang’an’s First Beauty ends here. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. 🥰And a HUGE thankyou for sticking with me until the end. ❤️

Look forward to the extra chapters!! There are 27 extra chapters, all are wholesome and all the characters will get the ending they deserve!!