Zhiluo, who was guarding the door, saw her brother-in-law rushing in with the wedding party, and hurriedly turned around and ran towards Tian An's yard.
"Miss, Miss, here I come."
Hearing Zhiluo's voice, Xiyou, who had been anxiously waiting with the phoenix crown in her arms, hurriedly put it on Tian An. Almost the next second, there was a knock on the door.
Then, Zhao Yiming's magnetic and gentle voice came through the door: "An An, I'm here to pick you up."
Tian An blushed and was about to get up, but Wu Yufei playfully pulled her aside and said to the door, "Mr. Zhao, we sisters have been accompanying Sister An An all morning. Shouldn't you show some appreciation for this when you're taking her away?"
Xiao Chen, who was standing by, immediately understood what was said and stuffed two handfuls of red envelopes into the crack of the door. "Please open the door, ladies, so as not to miss the auspicious time."
After receiving the red envelope, Kristy Wu was satisfied and said outside, "Get ready, the door is about to open."
"Open it quickly, open it quickly..." the onlookers cheered.
Inside the house, Kristy Wu stood at the door, with her hands on the door, looking at Tian An, "Sister An An, are you ready? I'm going to open the door."
Tian An took the fan handed to him by Qing Ning, took a deep breath, held his hands flat, covered his face with the fan, and said softly: "I'm ready, open the door!"
With a "creak...", the door was opened.
Everyone only saw the bride standing in front of the door in a gorgeous dress. Her face was hidden by a round fan with a big red pomegranate flower, making it difficult to see clearly. But just seeing her standing there gave people a feeling of unparalleled elegance and grace.
Tian An couldn't see Zhao Yiming's expression, but he could feel the happiness in his heart just by listening to his voice.
Still the same sentence: "An An, I'm here to pick you up."
Zhao Yiming walked in and extended his hand to Tian An.
Looking at the familiar hand, Tian An whispered, "Okay."
Then he held the round fan in one hand and held the big hand with the other, interlocking their fingers.
"good……"
"good……"
Amidst the crowd's cheering, Zhao Yiming walked out of the room with Tian An, a smile on his lips.
In the front hall, Tian Mingwu sat alone in the main seat, watching the newlyweds coming hand in hand, tears in his eyes.
Zhao Yiming took the tea brought by the maid and offered it with both hands, "Father-in-law, please drink my son-in-law's tea."
Tian Mingwu raised his hand to take the tea, and drank it all in one gulp as if he was drinking wine.
After putting down the teacup, his eyes became even redder, and he controlled his voice and said, "Treat An An well in the future, and don't let her suffer any grievances. If I find out that you bully her, I don't care who you are, I will chase you to the ends of the earth and break your dog legs."
Zhao Yiming showed no impatience and said respectfully, "Father-in-law, please rest assured to leave An An to me. From now on, she is my life. I will never let her down even if it means losing myself."
"Remember your words today."
After Tian Mingwu warned Zhao Yiming, he turned to look at Tian An and said, "My daughter, no matter what you do in the future, don't let yourself be wronged. Even if you are wronged, don't keep it to yourself. Come back and tell Dad, and Dad will take care of it for you."
"Thank you, Dad. I'll remember it." Tian An responded while holding back her sobs.
"Let's go! Don't miss the auspicious time."
Tian Mingwu urged the two to leave quickly, as he was afraid he would be reluctant to leave if they didn't.
As the matchmaker said, "The bride is leaving..."
Zhao Yiming took Tian An's hand and walked out of the front hall. Tian Mingwu couldn't control himself and followed him for two steps, then stopped belatedly.
He stared blankly ahead, murmuring, "My daughter, be well."
Tian An turned around as if he had sensed something, and happened to see a tear falling from the corner of his father's eye.
Seeing Tian An looking at him, he quickly pulled up his sleeves to wipe away his tears, waved at her, then turned around and began to entertain the guests in the hall.
"Let's go! We will come back to visit our father-in-law often in the future." Zhao Yiming lowered his head and spoke softly in Tian An's ear, taking her out of the house.
At the gate of the mansion, the matchmaker called out, "The bride is getting into the sedan chair! Press the sedan chair..."
The eight-man sedan chair decorated with bright red roses and wrapped in red satin was steadily lowered. Zhao Yiming personally helped Tian An sit on the sedan chair, and then climbed onto the tall horse with a red flower tied in front.
The roses were already past their blooming season, but Zhao Yiming was still able to use them to decorate the wedding sedan, which must have taken a lot of effort.
Smelling the rich rose fragrance in the air, Tian An smiled with emotion. She didn't expect that the real-life wedding scene she had casually mentioned to Zhao Yiming had been secretly remembered by him, and he even helped her realize it.
Looking at this real bridal sedan, Zhiluo couldn't help but excitedly describe and sigh to Tian An in the sedan.
After the wedding procession set out, the servants who came with the dowry followed the wedding sedan chair in neatly dressed clothes. Then, the dowry tied with red silk flowers was carried out of the gate of the general's mansion.
Tian An's dowry was divided into several parts. When the emperor granted the marriage to the two, the palace provided Zhao Yiming with twenty-two loads of betrothal gifts, and Yiming prepared twenty-eight loads himself. Tian Mingwu gave all of it to Tian An as dowry.
Adding the twenty-eight carriages that Tian An prepared himself, the ten carriages that Tian Mingwu exchanged for from suppressing bandits, and the eighteen carriages brought by Old Madam An, there were exactly one hundred and six carriages in total, which was not much worse than those of princesses and princesses. It could be said to be a genuine ten-mile red wedding.
Seeing Tian An personally getting into the wedding sedan chair and driving away for a long distance, the people in the opposite street also turned around and left.
The cheerful rhythm of joy accompanied the wedding procession as they were surrounded by people all the way to the Duke of Zhao's mansion.
Zhao Yiming saw that the street at the fork in the road ahead was deserted when he came here in the morning, but now it was very lively. He was worried that there would be too many people on the street and the speed of travel would be too slow, thus missing the auspicious time. So he decisively chose to take a detour through another remote back street and alley. The two roads on the left and right could meet in the front.
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