Chapter 1215 If you are pleased with me, then breathe 69
Lin Yaning saw it all, and said in a high-pitched, coquettish voice, "Don't be as nervous, lose your appetite, or suffer from insomnia as I am~"
"Pfft, how can Elder Xuan's intentions be so obvious? He clearly wants Second Sister to know that he has had a difficult time these past few days."
Lin Wenyao covered her mouth and laughed, "Why do I feel that the young lady waiting to be married is more like Elder Xuan?"
With a gentle smile on her face, Song Jinhuan walked to the table, picked up her pen, and replied to the letter.
Lin Yaning leaned closer and, after seeing her second sister's reply, laughed even harder: "Haha, don't worry, everything is fine."
"I wonder what Elder Xuan thinks after reading this."
Lin Wenyao nudged her elbow, and Lin Yaning quieted down a bit.
Three people were assigned to be responsible for relaying messages between the Prime Minister's residence and the Xuan residence.
As darkness fell completely, the three were moved to another location.
That night, Lin Wenyao and Lin Yaning stayed at Song Jinhuan's house.
Lin Wenyao: "Second sister, are you scared of your wedding tomorrow?"
Song Jinhuan looked at the bed curtains and yawned widely. "Don't be afraid."
Lin Yaning: "There's really nothing to be afraid of."
"Second sister, I've made up my mind. After you get married, I'll find a family in the capital so I can visit you again."
Lin Wenyao: "General Zheng came to propose marriage a couple of days ago. If Father agrees, I'm afraid I'll have to go to the border."
Lin Yaning frowned. "General Zheng is a rough man. How could he know anything about chivalry? Besides, the conditions at the border are harsh. If you go there, won't you suffer?"
Song Jinhuan turned to Lin Wenyao: "What does Big Sister mean?"
Lin Wenyao: "It would be nice to leave the capital and see a sky I've never seen before."
Marriages are arranged by parents and matchmakers, leaving no room for personal choice.
She had also met General Zheng, and he was more thoughtful than she had imagined.
Perhaps it's a good choice.
Song Jinhuan suggested, "If you really marry far away, have your father assign a few highly skilled martial artists to protect you."
Samurai trained from childhood are more trustworthy.
Seeing the somber atmosphere, Lin Yaning quickly changed the subject, saying, "These past two days, I've always run into a few nice young men when I go out."
"Wu Yanei is good-looking, but apart from being rich, he is completely ignorant."
"I also like the appearance of Scholar Fang, but it's a pity that he's taciturn and can't utter a single word for a long time."
"There are several other scholars, all of whom are good-looking and kind-hearted, but unfortunately, there is only one Lin Yaning in this world."
Song Jinhuan could tell that Lin Yaning was genuinely regretful and conflicted.
Lin Wenyao: "Since they all like it, let them each show their unique talents."
Lin Yaning clapped her hands excitedly, "That's a great idea!"
The three sisters were talking when they fell asleep without anyone noticing.
The next day, before dawn, Song Jinhuan was pulled out of bed to get dressed and made up, her head covered with a veil, and a large apple held in her hands.
From this moment on, you cannot speak or eat.
The wedding procession paraded through the streets amidst the deafening sounds of gongs and drums, and the continuous booming of cannons.
The white horse wore a floral crown and had glossy mane.
The man, dressed in wedding attire and with a face as handsome as jade, held the reins, the clattering of his horse's hooves drowned out by the lively cries of celebration around him.
Xuanhe was overjoyed. His wide sleeves were filled with heavy wedding candies. He took a few steps and scattered another handful. By the time he reached the entrance of the Prime Minister's residence, his sleeves were empty.
The auspicious hour has arrived, and the bride is being helped out of the Prime Minister's residence.
The young master of the Lin family carried Song Jinhuan on his back.
Lin Wenyao opened the red umbrella to shield Song Jinhuan from above until she was escorted to the bridal sedan chair.
Xuanhe was on edge, not daring to relax for a moment. He mounted his horse and led the wedding procession around the official road, with fireworks going off wherever they went.
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