Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool

Su Liyan was thrilled to hear from her husband that Aunt Song was having a boy. This meant the Lu Family would have an heir to carry on the family name.

Lu Yuan was now completely in love with the Pushing Back Diagram. It was simply incredible that it could deduce something from a thousand miles away.

’If I’d learned this stuff sooner, I would’ve aced my college entrance exams.’

Su Liyan got up, bent over with her bottom in the air, and rummaged through the bedside cabinet.

She then pulled out the telephone and handed it to Lu Yuan. "Honey, quick, call home and share the good news."

Prompted by his wife, Lu Yuan dialed the number for the Zhao Mansion in Taiping City. It was Song Meiqin who answered.

"Hello? Oh, it’s our nephew!" Song Meiqin held up the receiver, motioning to Zhao Qiao’Er that their nephew was on the line.

They exchanged a few pleasantries before Lu Yuan, unable to contain his excitement, blurted out, "Aunt Song, I did a divination for you! You’re carrying a son for our family!"

Song Meiqin froze for a moment, then stood rooted to the spot, weeping with joy.

’We were just having a nice chat,’ Lu Yuan thought. ’Why is she crying all of a sudden?’

Seeing her good friend crying, Zhao Qiao’Er, who was standing nearby, assumed Lu Yuan had said something hurtful.

Zhao Qiao’Er doted on her precious darling, but no matter how much she spoiled him, he couldn’t go around upsetting a pregnant Aunt Song.

Zhao Qiao’Er snatched the phone and yelled into it, "Hey! Is there something you can’t say nicely? You do that again and you won’t be my most precious darling anymore!"

Lu Yuan paused when he heard Aunt Zhao’s voice, then explained, "Aunt Zhao, it’s not what you think!"

"What’s not what I think? Huh?" With her left hand on her hip, Zhao Qiao’Er thrust her body forward as she spoke, arguing with him across the distance.

Crying happy tears, Song Meiqin gently tugged on Zhao Qiao’Er, trying to calm her down.

"Don’t pull on me," Zhao Qiao’Er said, wriggling free.

"Aunt Zhao, I just told Aunt Song that she’s pregnant with a baby boy for us," Lu Yuan said hastily.

"Yeah, yeah, she’s pregnant. Of course it’s yours, what’s the big deal?" Zhao Qiao’Er said, not having heard him properly. "A baby boy, a boy..."

At that, Zhao Qiao’Er clamped her hand over the receiver. She pointed at Song Meiqin’s belly in disbelief and whispered, "Sis, did our precious darling just say you’re having a boy?"

Song Meiqin stroked her belly with both hands, sniffled, and nodded through a mix of tears and laughter.

Zhao Qiao’Er’s mind went completely blank. It was too much information to process.

Her angry expression instantly melted into a fawning one. "My precious darling~" she cooed into the phone. "I was wrong just now. I have a bit of a short fuse, you can’t hold it against me, okay?"

With that, she hung up. Knowing she was in the wrong, Zhao Qiao’Er resorted to shamelessness—a classic feminine wile—giving Lu Yuan no chance to get another word in.

Zhao Qiao’Er linked arms with Song Meiqin and said, "You just focus on getting some rest. I’m going to make you some old duck soup!"

Seeing that she’d hung up on him, Lu Yuan muttered, "Aunt Zhao and that fiery temper of hers."

Su Liyan was laughing heartily beside him.

Lu Yuan’s desire for conquest was piqued. ’I may not be able to deal with Aunt Zhao from a thousand miles away,’ he thought, ’but you’re right here. You think I can’t handle you?’

Lu Yuan tackled his wife, playfully wrestling with her and saying, "You little thing! I’ll conquer you all one by one. Let’s see you talk back then!"

"Honey, I was wrong! I won’t act like Aunt Zhao anymore," Su Liyan cried, waving her hands in mock resistance.

With just one hand, Lu Yuan pinned both of Su Liyan’s wrists firmly above her head.

He straddled her, his other hand beginning a shameless campaign of conquest. "Too late for that!" he chuckled.

"Ah! Honey! Help me!"

...

Hearing the commotion from the next room, Su Liyan’s mother thought, ’That young couple really has a lot of energy.’ She picked up a nearby canvas bag and muttered to herself, "Well, looks like I’m going out shopping again today."

If Lu Yuan’s father-in-law had possessed this kind of stamina, Su Liyan’s mother wouldn’t have stopped at just two children.

After Lu Yuan was finished with his activities, he poured two bowls of water. He downed one, GULP GULP, and handed the other to Su Liyan.

"Have some tea and wet your throat," Lu Yuan said.

Su Liyan complained under her breath but accepted the tea bowl, took a few sips, and handed it back to Lu Yuan.

After standing up, Su Liyan dusted off her dress. "Alright, that’s taken care of," she said. "Honey, I want to cultivate for a little while."

Lu Yuan put down the tea bowl. "Sounds good. I want to practice the Divination and Deduction Skill some more, too."

The room at the Post House was a little small, so the two of them found some meditation cushions, sat on the floor, and began to cultivate.

What could be more blissful than pursuing the same goal with your like-minded partner?

Each holding a Secret Manual, the two began their cultivation.

Su Liyan was already unnaturally powerful. By cultivating the Celestial Master manual, she could also learn the cultivation methods of the Human Race, truly allowing her to know both herself and her enemy to win a hundred battles.

Lu Yuan sat cross-legged, his fingers forming mudras as he calculated. A celestial chart appeared in his mind, and he began to practice the Divination and Deduction Skill.

The subject of Lu Yuan’s Divination and Deduction was Su Liyan. Since she was his wife, she was the person he knew best.

This would naturally make the divination much easier for him.

In the room, Lu Yuan cast a divination and said to Su Liyan, "Honey, are you wearing a purple chemise today?"

This was just practice for Lu Yuan; he had to verify the results of his divination, after all.

Su Liyan glanced down her collar before looking up. "Honey, what’s wrong? You just saw it a little while ago. Why are you asking now?"

Lu Yuan slapped his forehead in a moment of realization. "Oh, right! I did just see it. How could I have forgotten? I didn’t need to do a Divination and Deduction for that."

He quickly added, "I was in too much of a hurry earlier, I didn’t even notice the color. So I figured I could divine it."

Su Liyan blushed and slapped him playfully. "Honey, you’re such a pervert~"

...

「Inside the Imperial Capital」

In her mother’s chambers, Gu Ziye sat at a table, her chin propped on her left hand, her right hand tracing circles on the tabletop.

Ever since that meeting with Lu Yuan at the Post House, several days had passed without Gu Ziye seeing him again.

Her father, the Emperor, had already betrothed her to Lu Yuan, which was a wonderfully joyous occasion.

Gu Ziye could now openly adore the person she had set her heart on.

Her mind was now completely filled with the image of Lu Yuan and the moments they had spent together.

She especially recalled their two kisses. Even now, the memory of them would make her giggle out loud.

Empress Ma noticed her daughter had been sitting silently to the side all morning, occasionally breaking into a silly grin.

Empress Ma decided to strike up a conversation. "Daughter, what wonderful thing are you thinking about? You’ve been grinning all morning."

Hearing her mother, Gu Ziye replied without the slightest hesitation, "Mother, I’m thinking about Yuan~"

"Yuan?" Empress Ma repeated, puzzled.

"That’s right! Lord Lu, the one who treated your illness!" Gu Ziye said, thinking her mother had forgotten.

Empress Ma said, "Of course, I know who he is. It’s just that you called him so intimately, it took me a moment to realize who you meant."

"Mother~" Gu Ziye whined, clinging to her mother. "When do you think Father will arrange our wedding?"

Empress Ma looked at her youngest daughter, her eyes full of affection. "Your father and I have always advocated for frugality. A daughter’s wedding can be kept simple."

Gu Ziye nodded enthusiastically at this. Things like ceremonies weren’t important to her; she just wanted to be with Aunt Zhao and Aunt Song and experience a life she never had before.

Empress Ma gently held her restless daughter in place and continued, "But no matter how simple we keep it, we still have to pick an auspicious day."

"And which day is that?" Gu Ziye asked eagerly.

"Your father is having someone consult the almanac," Empress Ma said.

"Oh~" Gu Ziye replied, a little disappointed.

"It’s alright," the Empress consoled her. "If our daughter is truly that anxious, we can get started on other preparations first!"

"Mother, I want to see Yuan~," Gu Ziye said, looking down.

"Then go!" the Empress said.

"But Father..." Gu Ziye began. ’I can’t keep sneaking out of the Imperial Palace, doing everything in secret.’

"Didn’t your father tell you? He’s already given you permission to come and go from the Imperial Capital as you please. You can spend more time getting to know the one you adore."

"What? He didn’t tell me!" Gu Ziye exclaimed in surprise.

The Empress said calmly, "Perhaps your father was busy with official matters and it slipped his mind."

Hearing this, Gu Ziye felt like she’d been cheated out of several days. She shot to her feet. "He’s sabotaging his own daughter! Mother, I can’t talk anymore, I’m leaving!"

The words had barely left her mouth before Gu Ziye had already run several meters out of the Empress’s bedchamber.

The Empress shook her head with a smile. "A grown daughter can’t be kept at home! Her shamelessness is just like her father’s back in the day."

From the other end of the corridor outside the Empress’s bedchamber, the Emperor himself was approaching.

The Emperor saw the sight of his daughter dashing away but didn’t call out to stop her.

The moment Gu Ziye was out, the Emperor was in. "My dear," he said, "where is our daughter off to in such a hurry?"

"Off to see her beau," the Empress said, folding some clothes.

"My dear, the Astronomical Bureau still hasn’t given us word about an auspicious wedding date. Look how anxious it’s making our daughter," the Emperor teased.

"Isn’t that the truth!" the Empress agreed.

「The Post House Outside the Imperial City」

This time, Gu Ziye didn’t cover her face, arriving openly and honorably.

’Finally, no more sneaking around!’ she thought. ’With both Mother and Father’s blessing on the marriage, I don’t have to be afraid anymore. The last few times felt so illicit.’

With her hair in its usual twin ponytails, the petite Gu Ziye skipped and hopped all the way to the Post House.

Her little feet moved quickly, and in no time, she was on the second floor.

Gu Ziye knocked on the door and called out, "Yuan~ Sister Liyan, it’s me! May I come in?"

Lu Yuan and Su Liyan were sitting on their meditation cushions, cultivating.

Lu Yuan closed his Secret Manual. "Come in."

At the sound of his voice, Gu Ziye pushed the door open. Seeing them on the floor, she asked, "What are you two doing?"

Lu Yuan helped Su Liyan to her feet. "We were cultivating," he said.

"Oh, I see." Gu Ziye pulled out a chair from beside the table and offered it to Su Liyan first.

Gu Ziye showed no hint of a princess’s airs. Here, she considered herself the younger one; wasn’t it only right for her to serve her elder sister?

In this era, people believed that a wife must follow her husband, no matter his station.

No matter how high her own family’s status, in theory, once a woman married into her husband’s family, she was expected to obey them. This was to maintain order.

Of course, there were also spoiled and willful young ladies who continued to throw tantrums even after marriage.

Such behavior was always looked down upon.

After sitting down, Su Liyan said, "Yue’Er, there’s no need to be so formal between us. Let’s be just like we were in Taiping City."

In fact, Su Liyan would have found it strange if Gu Ziye had started waiting on her.

Gu Ziye exchanged a few pleasantries with Lu Yuan and Su Liyan before getting straight to the point. "My father is having people determine an auspicious wedding date for us. They haven’t found one just yet, but he did give me permission to leave the palace freely!"

Her voice clearly rose on the last sentence, unable to conceal her delight.

Gu Ziye was correct. Calculating an auspicious wedding date required observing celestial phenomena, which was precisely the job of the Astronomical Bureau.

Once a date was chosen, the next step was to formally petition the court to set it, and there was an entire set of protocols involved in that process.

The Court’s Astronomical Bureau could do almost anything—predicting the weather, divining fortunes, reading fates, and so on. There was almost nothing they couldn’t do.

The Astronomical Bureau was linked to metaphysics, which made it seem especially mysterious.

Even the Emperor, adopting an attitude of "it’s better to be safe than sorry," frequently heeded the Astronomical Bureau’s counsel.

When Lu Yuan heard this, he had an idea. ’What a coincidence! I just started learning the Pushing Back Diagram. Isn’t this the perfect chance to show off?’

Lu Yuan rolled up his sleeves and announced, "Stand aside. I’m about to work some magic!"