Zheng Xin stared wide-eyed at Jiang He without blinking.

She saw the man in front of her wearing a bright red wedding robe, his posture as upright as an evergreen pine tree, exuding an extraordinary aura.

His exceptionally handsome face made it difficult to look away.

His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, his starry eyes shone brightly, and a faint smile played on his slightly upturned lips. His entire being exuded an indescribable air of joy.

Then look at his long, glossy black hair, which was tied up high and held in place by a delicate red ribbon. It swayed gently in the breeze, making him look even more radiant and energetic.

Zheng Xin was momentarily mesmerized, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "My sister is so lucky!"

According to local wedding customs, successfully fetching the bride is no easy task, as every step forward presents an obstacle.

The Zheng family's sons were well-prepared this time, carefully selecting many challenging poems. If the groom couldn't match them, he would have to obediently take a step back.

Some people have long harbored resentment towards today's wedding.

You have to understand, the General's Mansion really hit the jackpot with this marriage; it's like they've brought home a mountain of gold and silver.

That's why these people were determined to make things difficult for Jiang He.

However, to everyone's surprise, Jiang He handled the difficult problems that they had racked their brains to come up with with ease, and answered all the poems that the Zheng family's sons had written down with great effort.

Everyone was stunned, exchanging bewildered glances, their hearts filled with doubt and shock: "Isn't Jiang He a military general? How can he possess such profound literary knowledge, able to answer so fluently?"

Jiang He's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he said softly, "Big brother, can I go and greet my bride now?"

Upon hearing this, Young Master Zheng's expression instantly turned somewhat awkward.

He muttered to himself, but still forced himself to remain calm and replied, "Brother-in-law, please!"

Zheng Xin, who had originally been looking forward to watching a good show, now felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

She felt resentful and uncomfortable no matter how she thought about it.

The General's Mansion has a well-known tradition—all the men in the manor are devoted lovers. That majestic and imposing general never took a concubine or maidservant in his entire life.

Even General Longhu was like this, with only one wife by his side and not even a concubine.

Jiang He, who is about to marry his sister, is already quite old when he got married, but he has never taken any concubines.

On the other hand, since marrying into the royal family and becoming the Princess of Jin, her life has been miserable.

Her prince not only had a large number of wives and concubines, but also kept some married women hidden in his backyard. What angered her even more was that the general's mansion had now regained the emperor's favor and was enjoying unparalleled popularity.

Her younger sister's life after marriage was far more carefree and comfortable than that of her, a princess.

Especially considering that Prince Jin has been increasingly cold towards her lately, not only rarely visiting her on ordinary days, but even on the first and fifteenth of each month, days when he should be gathering in her courtyard, he has been too lazy to come.

Adding to the fact that her mother favored her younger sister so much today, and that her dowry far surpassed her own, Zheng Xin felt as if a huge rock was lodged in her chest, so heavy that she could hardly breathe, and she felt extremely frustrated.

At this moment, all the guests' eyes were firmly drawn to the radiant bride and groom.

The graceful Jiang He held a bright red silk ribbon firmly in his hand, the other end of which was tightly tied to the beautiful bride's hand. The two stood side by side, a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, seemingly made in heaven.

The guests were full of praise.

The bride slowly turned around and bowed gracefully to her parents as a farewell gesture.

Just then, one dowry after another filed out, carried out of the Duke's mansion in an orderly fashion.

The spectacular scene attracted many people outside to stop and watch, and a murmur of discussion arose.

However, when these noisy sounds reached Zheng Xin's ears, they seemed to turn into merciless laughter and mockery.

Her face was extremely pale, and all of this was observed by Madam Zheng.

She shook her head. Oh well, she didn't have many good days left anyway, so she let it be.

The festive and boisterous music, accompanied by the crackling of firecrackers, resounded through the sky, but as the wedding procession moved further and further away, these sounds gradually faded away.

Along the way, the roadside was crowded with curious people who watched the grand wedding with great interest.

To add to the festive atmosphere, the wedding procession continuously scattered beautifully packaged wedding candies, cakes, and auspicious coins along the way, attracting people to scramble for them, creating a lively and extraordinary atmosphere.

Blessings echoed continuously.

Sitting in the bridal sedan chair, Zheng Yao's heart was pounding like a rabbit's.

Whether it was from nervousness or excessive excitement, she felt that her palms were covered in sweat, sticky and wet.

While everyone was distracted, she quietly turned her gaze toward Jiang He's direction and, through a small corner of her veil, vaguely saw Jiang He's tall and straight figure.

With just that fleeting glance, a blush involuntarily rose on her cheeks, making her as beautiful and charming as a ripe apple.

The sharp-eyed maid noticed her mistress's subtle movement and, understanding the unspoken message, quickly and discreetly moved aside, perfectly blocking the view from outside to prevent others from discovering that her mistress was secretly spying on her husband...

The wedding procession circled the entire capital city in a grand procession, the long dowry procession resembling a winding dragon that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The roadside was crowded with onlookers, who whispered among themselves and discussed the spectacle.

Some are speculating that the Duke of Zheng's family has gone all out to marry off his daughter this time, and they wonder how much dowry the daughter of the Minister of Justice, who is also getting married today, will have.

If you have less, you'll fall behind!

However, at this moment, neither Zheng Yao nor the other bride, Ye Huan, had their minds on these so-called dowries; instead, they were both focused on their respective husbands.

Ever since Ye Huan secretly glanced at Jiang Hai, her beautiful eyes had never left him.

She gazed longingly at Jiang Hai's tall and handsome back, her heart already captivated and unable to extricate itself.

Jiang Hai is so handsome!

Thinking this, she kept her eyes fixed on Jiang Hai's figure the whole way, feeling incredibly peaceful and at ease.

From this day forward, she became a member of the Jiang family.

Two ornately decorated sedan chairs, one after the other, slowly returned to the front of the General's Mansion.

The deafening sound of the salute echoed through the sky.

"They're here! The bridal sedan chair is back!"