After three rounds of drinks, everyone was a little tipsy, and the atmosphere became increasingly relaxed and cheerful. Jiang Xiaohuang was suddenly pulled to a corner by a few of her best friends. They all had expressions of curiosity and anticipation on their faces, and they couldn't wait to ask, "Tell me, how did you and Mo Chen get together? We're so curious."
"Well..." Jiang Xiaohuang bit her lip, a happy smile on her face and a sweet glint in her eyes. "That day at the bun shop, he handed me a freshly baked caramel bun. It was steaming hot and fragrant. The moment I took the bun and looked into his sincere eyes, I knew he was the one for me."
Jiang Yan, who happened to be passing by, overheard these words. He couldn't help but lean over and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Is it that simple? When I was pursuing your grandmother, I wrote eighteen volumes of poetry and used every possible romantic method to win her heart."
"That's because you're stupid!" Su Jinli rolled her eyes at Jiang Yan, but her eyes were full of smiles. "I fell in love with you because when you were squatting on the street and fighting with me for the sugar painting, the glint in your eyes was pure and persistent, and it made me remember you instantly."
After hearing this, everyone couldn't help laughing. The laughter was like a string of silver bells, echoing in the air, full of joy and warmth.
Amidst this joyful atmosphere, Jiang Xiaocai inadvertently glimpsed a familiar figure sitting in a corner—Liu's personal maid. Suspicion welled up in his heart, and he quietly followed. He saw the maid, looking flustered, furtively slipping a letter into her sleeve.
"Stop!" Jiang Xiaocai rushed forward and blocked the maid's way. "Who gave you the letter? Take it out!"
The maid was so frightened by this sudden scolding that her face turned pale as paper and her body trembled uncontrollably. She didn't dare to disobey and could only tremble and take out the letter. Jiang Xiaocai unfolded it and saw that it was written: "On the night of the Flower Festival, see you at the ruined temple west of the city."
"Sure enough, they haven't given up yet." Jiang Xiaocai snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Cousin, it seems someone is still trying to stir up trouble today. Let's go meet this mysterious person and see what they're up to."
Over here, Jiang Xiaocai and Wang Chengyi were ready to investigate the truth. Meanwhile, the wedding banquet was still going on in full swing. Young Marquis Su, drunk and in high spirits, insisted on performing a sword dance in public. He swung his sword with a comical, unsteady movement, and accidentally nearly chopped down a high-hanging lantern, drawing gasps and laughter from the crowd. Su Qingyao, meanwhile, gathered a group of noble ladies, eloquently promoting her newly developed rouge. Her spit flew, her enthusiasm making everyone laugh. Amidst the crowd's cheers, Jiang Xiaohuang and Mo Chen shyly yet happily drank the wedding wine, marking their official marriage and the beginning of a new journey in life.
The moonlight of the Flower Festival shone like a veil across every corner of the Prime Minister's residence, casting a dreamy silver veil over the bustling wedding, illuminating this farce filled with sweetness and joy. However, no one knew that within the dilapidated temple in the west of the city, a new storm was quietly brewing. But the people of the Prime Minister's residence had long since become incredibly resilient through the trials of time. Like a tightly knit steel fortress, they were fully prepared and bravely faced any challenge - because they knew that they were family, each other's strongest support, and could weather any storm together.
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