The Flower Festival, a symbol of beauty and vitality, gracefully descends upon the capital like a fairy in splendid attire. In the early morning, as the first rays of sunlight stream down, the streets and alleys of the capital are adorned with a dreamlike atmosphere. Vivid red silk drapes the streets, dancing in the wind like brilliant clouds drifting down from the sky, adding a touch of festive joy to this ancient city.
The Prime Minister's Residence, usually a solemn and dignified mansion, was bustling with activity today, its gates bustling with activity. Guests arrived in an endless stream to offer their congratulations, bearing carefully prepared gifts and beaming with genuine smiles. Even the Empress Dowager, usually a recluse and rarely involved in worldly affairs, had specially dispatched eunuchs to grant the marriage, demonstrating the immense attention this wedding was receiving.
Jiang Xiaohuang sat in her boudoir, like a gorgeous flower. She was wearing a wedding dress that Su Qingyao had sewn stitch by stitch. The dress was brightly colored and the embroidery was exquisite. Every stitch and every thread was filled with Su Qingyao's deepest blessings. On her head, she wore a jade headpiece passed down from Su Jinli's grandmother. The jade was warm and green, emitting a soft and noble luster, which contrasted with her fair skin, making her look even more beautiful. She seemed like a fairy who walked out of an ancient storybook, so beautiful that it was breathtaking. However, at this moment, she was restless, her heart beating like a deer, and from time to time she gently lifted a corner of her red veil, her eyes revealing a hint of anxiety and expectation, and she whispered: "Why hasn't Mo Chen come yet? Could it be that he was stopped by my mischievous uncle?"
"What's the rush?" Su Qingyao stood by with a doting smile on her face. Holding a powder puff, she gently applied a little of her newly blended "Peach Blossom Rouge" to Jiang Xiaohuang's face. The rouge was a soft, pink hue, like a freshly blooming peach blossom in spring, adding a touch of delicate beauty to Jiang Xiaohuang's face. "The wedding procession has already arrived at Zhuque Street and should be here soon. Don't worry, it's your big day today, so be steady."
Sure enough, not long after, the sound of a bustling gong and drum could be heard outside. The sound echoed through the air like a joyful melody, as if announcing the joy of this grand wedding to the world. Young Marquis Su, dressed in gorgeous attire and majestically carrying a real sword, stood guard at the entrance to the Prime Minister's residence like a door god, blocking the procession. With a deliberately stern face, he shouted, "Want to marry my niece? Get past me first!"
Mo Chen was dressed in his brand new wedding gown, perfectly tailored and made of fine fabric, which accentuated his handsomeness and grace. Smiling, his eyes filled with happiness and determination, he calmly pulled out three red envelopes filled with banknotes from his bosom and handed them to Young Marquis Su, saying respectfully, "Uncle, this is a gift to you to buy sugar paintings. I hope you will accept it."
Young Marquis Su's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had seen an inestimably precious treasure, but he still spoke with a defiant tone, "That's all? Not enough! My niece is the apple of the eye of the Prime Minister's family. How could you marry her off so easily?"
Mo Chen was slightly stunned, then an idea struck him. He smiled and said, "Then how about adding ten baskets of my homemade caramel buns? Uncle, what do you think? These buns are made with the finest ingredients and are meticulously crafted. They taste absolutely amazing."
"Deal!" Young Marquis Su immediately gave the go-ahead without hesitation. His decisive look caused the guests present to burst into laughter, and the atmosphere of the wedding was pushed to a small climax at this moment.
When Mo Chen finally made it through the numerous obstacles and entered the wedding hall, Jiang Xiaohuang's heart instantly rose to her throat, as if it would burst out at any moment. The two stood facing each other in the wedding hall, ready to perform the ritual of bowing to each other. At the moment of bowing, Mo Chen, taking advantage of the crowd's inattention, secretly lifted a corner of Jiang Xiaohuang's red veil, his eyes gentle and affectionate, and whispered, "You look so beautiful today, like a fairy descended from the earth."
Jiang Xiaohuang's face instantly flushed, like a ripe apple, shy yet filled with happiness. She lowered her head slightly, smiled softly, and replied, "You too, look especially handsome today."
After the wedding ceremony was successfully completed, according to custom, the newlyweds were supposed to be escorted to the bridal chamber. However, at that moment, the crisp sound of "The Imperial Edict Arrives" shattered the warm atmosphere. A eunuch, with light steps, held a bright yellow edict in his hands and read out in a shrill voice, "By the will of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Jiang Xiaohuang and Mo Chen are destined for marriage, their love is stronger than gold. The plaque 'Unparalleled Love' is bestowed upon them to commemorate their affection. This is my decree!"
Su Jinli looked at the glittering golden plaque, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. She couldn't help but say, "When your grandfather and I got married, there wasn't such a grand ceremony and generous rewards. As time goes by, children's weddings are becoming more and more grand now."
Jiang Yan muttered quietly to the side, "It was obviously more difficult for me to pursue you back then. I wrote book reviews for you, helped promote your bookstore, and blocked all those unreasonable and bad peach blossoms for you. It took a lot of effort to finally marry you home."
The lively atmosphere at the wedding banquet reached its peak. Taking advantage of the wedding's popularity, Su Qingyao's rouge shop launched a "bride-matching" rouge, which instantly became a hot commodity, with wealthy ladies vying for it. The ladies gathered around the rouge stall, exclaiming in delight at the bridal hue and texture. Soon, the stall was completely sold out. Jiang Xiaocai and Wang Chengyi busily moved through the crowd, enthusiastically greeting each guest. Jiang Xiaocai's abacus beads clattered rapidly, creating a melodious, cheerful sound that sounded like a cheerful welcome song. Even the usually solemn and reserved Prime Minister Su was caught up in the festive atmosphere. His face flushed with wine, he pulled the guests around him, and gushed endlessly about his granddaughter's intelligence and beauty.
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