Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 480

Chapter 480: Wedding day 3

The four of them followed him out, climbing the grand staircase adorned with rich red and gold decorations. The sounds of festive music floated through the air, a lively melody that underscored the excitement of the day. Yet, with each step closer to the bedroom, Han Xin felt his nerves spike.

The steward led the way, and Han Xin’s grip tightened around the plate, heart racing in anticipation and anxiety. When they reached the familiar room, his breath caught in his throat. It was decorated beautifully in shades of red and gold, a tapestry of love and hope. There, sitting patiently on the bed, was Xiang Yu, the man who held his heart.

Han Xin’s pulse quickened at the sight of him. But the red veil that covered Xiang Yu’s face shrouded his handsome features, making it hard for Han Xin to breathe. Xiang Yu had been reluctant about the veil, but the steward insisted it would bring good luck to their marriage. Reluctantly, Xiang Yu had conceded, though Han Xin could see he wasn’t entirely pleased.

Steeling himself, Han Xin stepped into the room, the gentle jeers of their friends following him like a wave. He crouched down shyly in front of Xiang Yu, a bright smile illuminating his nervous face. "Hi," he said, biting back a laugh at how silly he felt.

Xiang Yu’s lips curled into a smile despite the veil, a warmth that reached his eyes. He bit his lower lip, his hand extending to touch Han Xin’s cheek gently. "Hi," he replied softly, his voice a soothing balm to Han Xin’s fluttering heart.

At that moment, the noise of the world faded away. The playful laughter, the teasing jests. Nothing mattered but the shared connection between them. Han Xin felt the flame of love burning within him, fierce and bright. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

The steward and the others urged him on, their supportive whispers filling the air. Taking a deep breath, Han Xin focused on his task, determined to make this special moment perfect. With a gentle touch, he lifted a dumpling to Xiang Yu’s lips, steadying his hand to avoid splattering sauce on Xiang Yu’s elegant attire.

As Xiang Yu took the bite, the crisp crunch echoed through the room, a satisfying sound that sent a thrill through Han Xin’s chest. The dumpling yielded, revealing a filling of finely minced pork and scallions, juicy and perfectly seasoned. The savoury warmth enveloped Xiang Yu’s taste buds, each flavour mingling beautifully with the crispy exterior.

Han Xin couldn’t help but dip the next dumpling into the tangy sauce, the rich flavour enveloping it. As he brought it to Xiang Yu’s mouth, the burst of tastes seemed to dance on his tongue.

Xiang Yu’s eyes fluttered shut momentarily, almost savouring the harmony of textures and flavours that merged into a comforting embrace. The warmth from the meal seemed to fill not just his stomach but his heart, carving a space of joy within him.

"Your Highness," the steward said, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "Are you satisfied with your groom’s cooking?"

With a nod, Xiang Yu replied, his voice softer than usual, almost reverent. "Delicious. It’s... perfect." The words held an undertone of emotion, and Han Xin felt his heart swell at the compliment.