Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the two finally burst into tears.
Nalan Mingzhu and Ranlayobu exchanged a smile, then got up and helped the two of them up.
"Ah Cheng, from now on, Ah Zi will be in your care." Ranlayobu patted his shoulder.
Nalan Mingzhu gently wiped away her daughter's tears: "You and Acheng must be happy together from now on."
"Don't worry, Father and Mother!" Di Jingcheng assured them.
Azi cried harder and harder, clinging to her mother's arms and unable to stop. Everyone was delighted to see this, and the old woman's eyes filled with tears of emotion and relief.
"The more the bride cries, the more harmonious her future will be!" the old woman announced loudly in both Mandarin and Yi, as everyone offered their blessings.
Nalan Mingzhu and Ranlayobu also shed tears on the spot. The wedding ceremony that was originally canceled was just a formality, and they only wanted to cry a few times. They did not expect to have a good cry.
Yi weddings typically last three days, but Di Jingcheng, with the consent of the family, condensed all the ceremonies into one day. Returning home in the evening, the tradition involved serving tea and wine to the elders and presenting gifts. Azi's courtyard was filled with song and dance performances and musical acts from morning till night, including the distinctive Haicaiqiang opera, the tobacco box dance, dragon dances, and the playing of the four-stringed zither—it was truly a lively and festive occasion.
Surrounded by the crowd, Di Jingcheng sang toasting songs, his cheeks flushed red from drinking, but they refused to let him go.
After the banquet, there was a lively bonfire party. Di Jingcheng drank too much and was taken back to his room by Yimeng. Azi, who was pregnant, naturally rested in her room. She frowned as she looked at the drunken man on the bed.
"Qinghe, get some hangover soup and prepare hot water for your bath."
After Qinghe left, Azi went up to help him change his clothes. The man was still talking drunkenly, using the same old Yi drinking phrases, and kept calling his own name.
Ah Zi was speechless. He had been completely dethroned. Where had the once noble emperor and stern, unsmiling monarch gone?!
When in Rome, do as the Romans do! He reeked of alcohol; it was suffocating!
After smelling it for a while, Azi felt a little nauseous. She forced herself to change his clothes and then ran to the side to vomit.
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