Fang Ruotang wanted to be at the front, and no one dared to compete with her. Even the host of the Weiyuan Marquis's mansion, who was entertaining guests, did not dare to block Fang Ruotang's view.

Lady Weiyuan asked even more politely, "Grand Preceptor, would you like to stand on the platform? It's not crowded there, and you can see further from up there."

Fang Ruotang glanced at the spot where the Lady of Weiyuan Marquis pointed—a pair of gleaming lions at the main gate. She paused for a moment, then immediately waved her hand.

"No need, no need!"

Ye Wuxia leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "Want to sit on my shoulders?"

"You're quite sturdy for your small frame?" Fang Ruotang asked in surprise, scanning Ye Wuxia's figure from head to toe.

Ye Wuxia was a little speechless. "You just touched it and you've already forgotten?"

Fang Ruotang blushed unconsciously as she thought of Ye Wuxia's well-endowed physique when he took his clothes off, and the feeling of touching his abs. She looked away and said, "No need, no need. No one is blocking my way. I can see, I can see."

Ye Wuxia raised an eyebrow, a smile hidden in her eyes.

Using the wide sleeves, he stood in front of people and openly took Fang Ruotang's hand.

Fang Ruotang tilted her head and glanced at him, twisted her small hand, and inserted her ten fingers into Ye Wuxia's fingers, returning the grip with an extremely intimate gesture.

Ye Wuxia couldn't hold back any longer; the corners of her mouth turned up, and she beamed with joy.

Just then, the wedding procession arrived. Lü Shengnan smiled smugly, her smile mirroring that of Ye Wuxia.

"They're here! They're here!"

Lady Weiyuan stepped forward excitedly.

The daughter, who had always refused to get married, suddenly became so successful that she not only got married but also found a husband.

Over the course of this period, she was practically grinning from ear to ear, having placed the Imperial Preceptor's longevity tablet in all the famous temples in the vicinity.

Lu Shengnan, dressed in a red wedding gown, rode a snow-white horse with a large red flower on her chest. She looked just like the silly daughter of a landlord, especially with her big white teeth showing.

People kept throwing lucky money along the way, so many people followed, making a lot of noise and creating a very lively atmosphere.

Fang Ruotang also joined in the joyful atmosphere. When Lü Shengnan jumped off her horse, Fang Ruotang was the first to rush up and congratulate her.

Lü Shengnan was overjoyed to see Fang Ruotang, "When did you get back?"

"Just arrived! I rushed back for your wedding banquet and didn't even have time to go back home to change my clothes! Aren't I good to you?"

"Great, great, great!" Lü Shengnan said three times in a row. She was genuinely surprised. She had thought Fang Ruotang wouldn't make it, which she found very regrettable, and she even considered rescheduling.

If there weren't any other auspicious days for her and Prince Shen, she would have really wanted to do it. After all, the Grand Preceptor was their matchmaker, and it would have been a shame not to attend their wedding.

Now everything is perfect.

"Since I'm so good to you, let me make a scene in the bridal chamber later!"

Lu Shengnan thought of the comic book that Fang Ruotang had secretly slipped to her a month or two ago, and her face turned pale as she avoided her expectant gaze.

"Let me say it again!"

She cares about her reputation.

Even the matchmaker can't lie by her bedside and watch her have marital relations!

Fang Ruotang didn't understand Lü Shengnan's polite refusal at all, taking it as an acceptance, and happily watched the groom get out of the sedan chair.

Lü Shengnan did not listen to the matchmaker's advice to kick the sedan chair door. Instead, she gently stepped forward, raised her hand, and made two soft knocks, saying, "Yongtai, we've arrived."

Who is Yongtai? Didn't she marry Prince Shen?

Fang Ruotang's eyes widened, and she hurriedly asked the little mirror.

The scene was momentarily suffocating.

Lu Shengnan's boiling emotions were suddenly relieved.

【Yongtai is the given name of Prince Shen, meaning longevity and good health.】

Oh, I see! That's a nice name.

Fang Ruotang scratched her face, unaware of the others' expressions of wanting to laugh but not daring to, seeing her blunder, and craning their necks to be the first to see the groom get off the sedan chair.

Prince Shen extended a white jade hand. Fang Ruotang glanced at it and thought it was beautiful, but after another glance, she whispered to Ye Wuxia.

"Your hands are prettier than his."

Ye Wuxia looked down at her, his eyes filled with undisguised joy. However, compared to Fang Ruotang's straightforwardness, he was somewhat more sensible.

He lightly touched Fang Ruotang's lips, signaling her to stop talking.

Fang Ruotang clearly misunderstood. She was stunned for a moment, but still pouted and kissed his index finger. After that, she pulled his hand down and said in a conciliatory tone, "We can kiss again when we get back. There are too many people here."

Ye Wuxia's index finger curled slightly, feeling a burning sensation.

At the same time, I thought to myself, let her say it if she wants to!

So what if someone hears us?

Everyone has different aesthetic standards. She thinks his hands are more beautiful, and he should be happy about that.

As for whether General Lü is happy or not, she is probably happy. She certainly wouldn't dare let Fang Ruotang think that Prince Shen's hands are beautiful, otherwise she might not be able to keep this husband she has already won over.

As the first man to ride in the bridal sedan chair, Prince Shen attracted everyone's attention, but no one else noticed their subtle actions.

But Fang Shutang, who came with the wedding procession, saw her younger sister whom she hadn't seen for many days and stared at her without hesitation.

Having observed their every move, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Ye Wuxia with a probing gaze.

This Vice Minister Ye is quite good!

She went out for a while, and I don't know what tricks she used, but her relationship with her sixth son has progressed by leaps and bounds! They're even being affectionate with each other in the street.

Fang Ruotang's attention was entirely on the groom, and it was already a rare treat that she could spare some time for Ye Wuxia. She didn't look at the guests much, and naturally, she didn't notice her own family.

Seeing that Lü Shengnan carried the young master out and strode across the gate of the Marquis of Weiyuan, heading all the way inside.

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