“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.”~ Helene Keller
Bai Qian’s three-day wedding was a blur. Drowning in heartbreak, she heard nothing. Oblivion, she sensed only emptiness. Only the profound feeling of numbness, an empty void. She, so sorrowful ridden failed even to notice her Shifu, High God, Mo Yuan, who lead the groom’s procession. Bai Qian was blind, deaf, and mute as she closed and veiled herself in more than the red silk one that covered her face.
The strange feeling of surreal activity buzzing around her was busily similar to working bees in a honeycomb. She had an out-of-body experience. When Bai Qian’s eldest brother carried her to the carriage sent from Celestial Heaven, she felt like a distant observer, not the primary participant.
Bai Qian was nauseous and hadn’t been able to hold food down for days due to her profound grief. Suddenly, she felt utterly fatigued.
She rode the sedan and tried her best not to cry. Her crimson silk veil served another purpose as it also hid her tears. Bai Qian heard music and fireworks while being led down a path covered in red.
The bride and groom kowtowed three times to heaven and earth, to their ancestors, parent, and then lastly to each other to pay respect to one another. Bai Qian never saw Ye Hua the Crown Prince of Celestial Heaven, and he never saw Bai Qian the Queen of Qing Qiu.
After the tea ceremony, while the wedding guests celebrated and enjoyed the lavish, extravagant feast, she was led to the bridal sleeping chamber. To the place, Bai Qian would spend her night with her new husband Crown Prince Ye Hua as his Princess Consort.
Their first night together as husband and wife.
Bai Qian sat still covered in her scarlet veil over her head that masked her face. She thought about her unfortunate situation. Silently, she grieved for her lost love as an intense wave of nausea overcame her. She felt dizzy, and all the fragrances and scents around her intensified.
Another surge of strong sickness swept over her.
Bai Qian wondered if her lover would have remained with her had she asked? It was too late to regret her decisions from the past, which were unalterable and unchangeable. Her beloved was long gone and she didn’t even know his name to find him even if she wanted to. Bai Qian was now married to the young Crown Prince, Ye Hua and nothing could change that fact. Such complete and utter heartbreak.
Light footsteps of another, Bai Qian held her breath as she felt the slight shift on the bed as her new husband sat beside her. Ye Hua was quiet…also. Bai Qian considered how afraid this child must be. He was probably terrified. Bai Qian was shaking when she felt his hands begin to undress her before removing her veil. Bai Qian felt a gentle hand cup her breast and suck on her tender, sensitive nipple. Her worst nightmare was her reality; Bai Qian was indeed a wet nurse, not a wife. This infantile Crown Prince was sucking her nipple sore. The pain from his latched mouth was unbelievable.
Bai Qian’s sadness faded as reality set in and shock overcame her. Her shock turned into disbelief then finally scornful fury and she was livid. This infant child didn’t even have the courtesy to remove her veil before taking her breast in his mouth. Bai Qian struggled to fight the anger, but it poured, filled, and then overflowed over the rim of the cup that held her patience. She needed to teach this brat a lesson. Angrily, she ripped off her veil, glared down at her mannerless child husband, to see her secret lover attached to her breast. Shocking. Was she hallucinating from her distress as she stared wide-eyed at her because her new husband was him?
Ye Hua saw how nervous Bai Qian was. He saw her veil quiver slightly as she released deep sighs one after the other. Ye Hua couldn’t help himself as he undid the top of Bai Qian’s dress, took her breast, and began to suck on her nipple. Ye Hua felt her body stiffen and fought the urge to laugh. She sat rigidly and didn’t respond. Ye Hua heard her hold her breath initially and she was now breathing heavy huffs and puffs. Suddenly, she ripped her veil off her face and glared furiously at Ye Hua.
Ye Hua was a bit afraid… Correction, much afraid.
Bai Qian asked in disbelief, “Have I lost my mind? Are you really who I think you are?!”
Ye Hua saw her outraged expression and sat up straight growing more frightful with every passing second. Ye Hua heard nine-tailed foxes had the worst temperament when angered. Ye Hua’s older brother, Mo Yuan warned Ye Hua not to anger her because she held grudges for a very long time. Mo Yuan spent thousands of years with Bai Qian as her shifu and knew her temper better than most.
Ye Hua just silently nodded his head ‘yes.’
Bai Qian voice full of rage demanded, “Why-did-you-not-tell-me-who-you-were!?
Ye Hua replied in a much softer voice than usual suddenly terrified of his new wife, “You made me promise. Remember?” Ye Hua lifted his pinky as a reminder.
She stared down at her breast, the one Ye Hua was just sucking, and demanded, “What do you think you’re doing?!”
Ye Hua gave Bai Qian a tiny shrug and replied straight-faced, “It was your idea, Qian Qian. You said you would nurse me first before we made love on our wedding night.”
She glared at Ye Hua angrily while tears ran down her face and yelled, “I’m never going to forgive you! I hate you! Never forever will I forgive you! Do you understand?!” Before throwing herself into Ye Hua’s arms and kissing him passionately.
Three days after their wedding, Qian Qian and Ye Hua couldn’t return to the bride’s parent’s home in Qing Qiu, even though, the Fox King and Fox Queen, planned a lavish celebration. The newlywed couple was unable to attend because she, in the earliest stages of pregnancy, suffered from severe morning sickness that turned into all-day sickness.