During this period of anticipation, news of our impending wedding spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital. People offered their blessings and expressed their bright hopes for our future. My sisters in the poetry club were also delighted for me, meticulously preparing gifts, hoping to add a special touch of blessing to my wedding. The bookstore's business also prospered because of this happy event, as if all good things had converged in this moment.
Finally, on a bright, sunny day, the wedding bells rang. Dressed in a gorgeous wedding gown and a phoenix coronet, I slowly walked towards Jiang Yan amidst the blessings of everyone. He stood there, his eyes filled with deep affection and joy, as if I were his entire world. The moment our hands locked, I knew our lives would be forever connected.
The wedding was a bustling scene. Friends and family gathered to witness our joyful occasion. The young marquis, bearing his gilded wooden sword, marched majestically at the front of the procession, as if declaring his protection of my sister to the world. My eldest sister, standing nearby, tears of joy and emotion welled up in her eyes. Prime Minister Su looked at us, a rare smile on his face, one filled with blessings and hopes for us.
Our married life is as sweet and wonderful as we had hoped. Jiang Yan still occasionally presents me with his handmade sugar paintings, each one filled with love. We run the bookstore together, and have watched it grow and prosper thanks to our efforts. With our support, the poetry society has also hosted more meaningful events, becoming a key platform for cultural exchange in Beijing.
In this warm home, we share each other's company and support. Whenever I encounter creative difficulties, Jiang Yan is always by my side, offering inspiration and encouragement. And when he encounters setbacks in his career, I face them with him, working together to find solutions. Our life is like a beautiful piece of music, every note filled with love and warmth.
Time flies, and the years pass by like a shuttle. We have spent one beautiful spring, summer, autumn, and winter after another in the Xiangfu Mansion. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard blooms every year, its fragrance a testament to our happy life. Our children have thrived under our care, inheriting our love of literature and our passion for life. Our story has become a legend among the people of Beijing, inspiring everyone to pursue their own happiness and dreams. And we will continue to walk hand in hand, writing our own eternal legend on this road of life filled with love and hope.
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