"It's a septic tank."

Lan'er was really afraid that her mistress would play matchmaker for her, so she blurted out her words in her haste.

Seeing that Lan'er had fallen for the trick, Jiang Shuyue laughed so hard she was shaking.

After a moment, she stopped laughing and praised Lan'er, "Our Lan'er has such good taste. Shuanzi is handsome, and his skin is so fair and tender, it's almost as fair as a young lady's."

Lan'er pursed her lips, blushing as she said, "It's fortunate that he met such a good mistress as Miss. If Miss hadn't kept him that day, he might have really been sold to Nanfeng Pavilion by human traffickers."

At this moment, Qiuju led Du Yutong and Zhan Shuzhen in, and Lan'er quickly stepped back, saying, "This servant will go out and see when the groom will arrive."

Jiang Shuyue glanced at the hourglass on the table. "Lan'er, there's no need to rush her. It's still early."

In the Nangong Mansion next door.

Nangong Zeyue had already finished getting ready.

I thought no one would come to watch the ceremony, but as luck would have it, the eldest brother arrived with several other brothers.

"Junior brother, you got married so quietly. If Master hadn't sent us to the capital, we would have missed your big day."

"Yes, Junior Brother, you look so handsome in your red attire. Master will definitely open a jar of old wine to celebrate your marriage."

The senior students surrounded Nangong Zeyue, chatting and gossiping, while Nangong Zeyue was preoccupied with hurrying to the next room to greet the bride.

No one could understand the anxiety in his heart, and he didn't have time to care whether his uncle had arrived or not. He raised his hand to interrupt his fellow disciples.

"Everyone, please go to the front hall for tea. We can chat with our fellow disciples another day. I'm in a hurry to pick up my bride."

As she spoke, Nangong Zeyue squeezed out of the group of her senior brothers and strode away.

At that moment, a bright yellow figure descended from the sky.

"No need to go!"