Yuehan and Qianyao leaned in at the same time, each planting a kiss on one side of Qingyi's face before wrapping him in a tight hug.
According to tradition, he was supposed to kiss them on the lips.
But neither of them wanted the other to be last, so the solution was simple: kiss his cheeks together, at the exact same moment.
When their lips pulled away, two soft lipstick marks remained, one on each cheek.
Qingyi made no move to wipe them off. With a wife on each arm, he turned to face the audience.
The countless guests rose to their feet as one, and the entire hall erupted in applause.
Qingyi's other wives stood up as well.
Their faces glowed with happiness and pride as they watched the two sisters they loved so dearly, and some of them were already blinking back tears.
They were a united harem. Seeing those two happy was enough to make them happy, too.
Lingxi had been on the verge of falling asleep, but the thunder of clapping jolted her fully awake.
