You stumbled into the inner room; now, this seemingly simple two-room wooden house is your home. Everything in the house has been renewed by enthusiastic villagers, even the floor that was originally dirt is covered with stone slabs, making it much more stable to walk on.
A red candle is lit inside the room, and the beautiful woman sits quietly at the edge of the bed. During the Eastern Han, things like red bridal veils didn't exist, Zhao Yu simply lowered her delicate face, not daring to meet your gaze. You chuckled, walked to the table, and poured two glasses of clean water for Zhao Yu and yourself; naturally, the concept of the toast didn't exist in this era. But you intentionally prepared for it, because Zhao Yu doesn't drink alcohol, so you used clean water instead.
Holding the two glasses of clean water, you approached Zhao Yu and knelt on one knee before her.
