Xue Huichun's eyes were slightly red, and she held Hong Yingrong's hand tightly: "Mother, I will remember that you and the Marquis' Mansion will always be my home."
After saying that, she turned to look at Xue Jiyan and smiled slightly: "Third brother, let's go."
Xue Jiyan nodded and squatted down: "Come, fourth sister, get on third brother's back, third brother will carry you to get married."
Xue Huichun gently lay on Xue Jiyan's back, her arms around his neck. Xue Jiyan stood up steadily and walked out with Xue Huichun on his back.
Hong Yingrong watched them leave. Although she felt very reluctant to let them go, she was more looking forward to her daughter's happy future.
When they arrived at the gate of the mansion, the groom, Jiang Lun, had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Xue Huichun being carried out by Xue Jiyan, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. He then took a few steps forward, smiled and extended his hand.
Xue Huichun got off Xue Jiyan's back and gently held Jiang Lun's hand.
Xue Jiyan looked at the two men's clasped hands and felt extremely relieved. He patted Jiang Lun on the shoulder and said, "Jiang Lun, I leave my sister in your care. You must treat her well and don't let her suffer any grievances."
Jiang Lun nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Third Brother, I will use my life to protect Huichun and will not let her come to any harm."
Amidst everyone's blessings, Jiang Lun helped Xue Huichun get on the bridal sedan chair. The wedding procession set off again, gradually moving away amid the sound of gongs and drums.
In the attic of a distant tavern, a young man stood alone with his hands behind his back, gazing at the grand scene of a wedding in the distance, a bitter smile playing on the corners of his mouth.
The tavern was bustling with people, and the noise was constant. Someone recognized the man and asked in surprise, "Isn't this Lord Liang Fushan? I wonder when he returned to the capital?"
The man turned around upon hearing the voice. His plain grey robe highlighted his handsome figure. His eyes and eyebrows revealed a scholarly air. He was gentle and elegant, which inspired respect from everyone.
"The Ministry of Personnel summoned me back to Beijing to report on my work and gave me another assignment." Liang Fushan explained lightly.
Upon hearing this, the other party immediately showed a flattering look: "I have heard that Sir Liang has served in Qingshan for three years and has achieved outstanding performance and been repeatedly awarded. Such a pillar of talent, I am afraid that His Majesty will keep you in the capital and make important use of you."
Liang Fushan smiled slightly and responded modestly, "I don't deserve such praise. I am simply fulfilling my duty and sharing your worries."
After the greetings, the private room returned to silence, with only Liang Fushan left.
He turned around again and looked into the distance, only to see that the wedding procession was gradually moving away, with only the tail end vaguely visible in his sight.
A soft sigh echoed in this empty room, revealing a hint of inexplicable sadness.
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