The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 146 Wedding Night

As night fell, the atmosphere of the newlyweds grew stronger, and romance filled the air.

Qi Yuxuan pushed open the door to the new house, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted towards him.

The room was decorated in a festive atmosphere, with red silk and brocade hanging all around, and red candles flickering in the candlesticks, illuminating the entire room in a crimson glow.

The joyous atmosphere of the newlyweds permeated the entire space, with red lanterns hanging from the rafters, swaying gently in the breeze, as if sending blessings to the couple.

The table was laden with exquisite fruit platters and desserts, emitting an enticing aroma.

A large "囍" character hangs on the wall, symbolizing double happiness and a blissful life.

Qi Yuxuan stood at the door, his gaze sweeping over everything with tenderness, a feeling of warmth and emotion welling up in his heart.

He walked slowly into the room, his steps light, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility and beauty.

Twilight Sparkle, dressed in a bright red phoenix coronet and wedding gown, sat on the edge of the bed, her face obscured by a red veil.

She lowered her head slightly, placing her hands clasped on her knees, appearing both nervous and expectant.

The only sound in the room was the burning of red candles, occasionally crackling softly, as if telling the story of the newlyweds' bright future.

Qi Yuxuan held the scale rod and gently lifted the red veil from Qiu Ziyue's head.

As the red veil slowly fell, Qiu Ziyue's face was gradually revealed.

Her eyes held a complex mix of emotions, a mixture of shyness and determination.

"Twilight Sparkle, you look beautiful today."

Qi Yuxuan's voice was gentle and affectionate, and his eyes were full of love.

However, just as he finished speaking, Qiu Ziyue suddenly pulled out a short knife from her sleeve, the blade gleaming coldly in the candlelight.

She quickly pointed the knife at Qi Yuxuan, her voice cold and stern: "Don't touch me."

This sudden action stunned Qi Yuxuan, and the scale beam in his hand involuntarily slipped to the ground with a soft sound.

He frowned, a hint of surprise and confusion flashing in his eyes.

Qiu Ziyue's hands trembled slightly, but her gaze was unusually firm:

"My fiancé is Yelü Chengyuan. Why are you breaking us up and forcing me to marry you?"

These words struck Qi Yuxuan's heart like a heavy hammer.

His face turned pale instantly, and he looked at Qiu Ziyue in disbelief: "Ziyue, put down the knife, let's talk this out. If there's any misunderstanding, we can resolve it together."

Qi Yuxuan's voice carried a hint of pleading, "I don't want to see you hurt yourself, nor do I want to see you do anything you'll regret."

Qiu Ziyue bit her lip, still gripping the dagger tightly in her hand: "Thank you for your kindness, but I need time now. Please leave this room and give me some space."

“Ziyue,” Qi Yuxuan said softly, his eyes filled with expectation and tenderness, “you have amnesia, and I know it’s painful for you right now. But I hope you can look at this note, which you wrote to me before you lost your memory.”

He slowly took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Qiu Ziyue.

The note was written in Qiu Ziyue's beautiful handwriting, each stroke filled with emotion.

Qiu Ziyue took the note and carefully read the words on it.

Her hands trembled slightly, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes: "Did I really write this?"

Qi Yuxuan nodded, his voice tinged with a hint of pleading: "Ziyue, look, the words on it are your own. If you don't believe me, you can copy it again and see if it's your handwriting."

Qiu Ziyue hesitated for a moment, still holding the knife, and said, "You go out first, and I'll call you in a while, then you can come back in."

"Okay, Twilight Sparkle, please don't hurt yourself."

Qi Yuxuan opened the door and went outside.

Qiu Ziyue picked up the paper and pen on the table and began to rewrite the contents of the note.

She wrote stroke by stroke, as if reliving past emotions.

After she finished writing, she placed the two notes side by side and compared them carefully.

"The handwriting on these two notes is indeed very similar."

Qiu Ziyue said in a low voice, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, "But does this really prove anything?"

Outside, Chu Yujue and Yin Lihen were eavesdropping when they saw Qi Yuxuan come out again.

"I say, Yu Xuan, you were kicked out by your wife on your wedding night? Haha, this is the first time I've heard of such a thing," Yin Li said in a low voice, filled with resentment.

"You still say that Ziyue has amnesia?" Qi Yuxuan said, somewhat disappointed.

After a long time, Qiu Ziyue still didn't call Qi Yuxuan in.

Qi Yuxuan, who was waiting anxiously outside, asked, "Ziyue, what's wrong? Have you finished writing?"

The room was completely silent.

Qi Yuxuan got anxious and called Liu Xu over, asking her to come inside and take a look.

When the willow catkins entered the room, they saw that the red candle was still burning in the candlestick, the flame flickering.

Inside the house, the red brocade danced gently in the wind, as if telling a story of endless anticipation and hope.

However, Qiu Ziyue was nowhere to be found in the entire house.

Liu Xu exclaimed in alarm: "Young Valley Master, Sister Zi Yue is missing!"

"What?" Qi Yuxuan immediately pushed the door open and came in, and began searching every corner.

Finally, he found Qiu Ziyue in the clothes box.

At this moment, Qiu Ziyue was curled up in a ball, holding her head in her hands, as if she was in great pain, but she did not want to make a sound.

"Ziyue, what's wrong?" Qi Yuxuan asked in surprise.

He picked up Qiu Ziyue and put her on the bed.

Qiu Ziyue alertly raised the knife she was holding again and said, "Don't touch me, don't touch me."

"Okay, I won't touch you," Qi Yuxuan quickly pressed Qiu Ziyue's pressure points, took the knife from Qiu Ziyue's hand, and gave Qiu Ziyue a pain-relieving pill.

Then Qi Yuxuan released Qiu Ziyue's pressure points and said, "Ziyue, I won't touch you. Can I tell you our story?"

Qiu Ziyue nodded, then shook her head and said, "I want to recall the past, but the more I try to recall it, the more my head hurts. It really hurts. I don't want to recall it, and I don't want to recall it."

“Then you don’t need to remember, Ziyue. It’s okay. I’ll just stay with you like this, alright?” Qi Yuxuan said.

“Okay,” Qiu Ziyue replied.

After taking the medicine, Qiu Ziyue fell into a deep sleep. Qi Yuxuan sat beside her, quietly watching her.

She gently rolled up Qiu Ziyue's sleeve and looked at Qiu Ziyue's snow-white, lotus-root-like arm, where there was a horizontal knife scar. This knife scar looked like a caterpillar, making people feel sorry for her. It was the scar that Qiu Ziyue left on herself when she said she wanted to let go.

Recalling Qiu Ziyue's former dashing and spirited demeanor, but now she has lost all her martial arts skills and suffers from a splitting headache, he felt heartbroken, and tears unknowingly streamed down his face.

“Twilight Sparkle,” he whispered, “I must find the best scar cream to heal all the scars you have.”

"Yu Xuan, are you still waiting for me, Qi the Ice Cube? I miss you..."

"Hmm," Qi Yuxuan suddenly heard Qiu Ziyue's call, and he was overjoyed.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Qiu Ziyue's cries in her sleep.

"Ziyue, as long as you don't have a headache, it doesn't matter if you can't remember me," Qi Yuxuan murmured to himself.

Outside the window, moonlight streamed in, its silvery glow reflecting on the window frame and adding a warm touch to the night.

A few chirps of insects drifted from afar, adding to the tranquility and peace of the night.

This night felt less like a wedding night and more like a night spent accompanying a patient in a medical clinic.

It was a long and somewhat heartbreaking experience.

To be continued in the next chapter!