Matchmaker's Words

After leaving the little tavern, the two walked side by side for a while before Cheng Tangyin reluctantly departed.

Li Qingyun watched her graceful figure in pale blue vanish amid the hazy lights filling the streets, escorted by Zhang Chengshi. Only then did he smile faintly, turn, and head toward Little Fortune Alley.

On the way, he passed a butcher's shop and bought half a side of meat. Passing a pastry shop, he picked up two boxes of fine pastries. Finally, when he neared Little Fortune Alley, he bought several feet of medium-quality cloth from a fabric shop at the street corner.

Both his hands were now full.

A few more steps brought him to a household in Little Fortune Alley, a two-courtyard residence. Only scattered lights shone within, and there was little sound, making it seem dark and desolate.

"Uncle Lin, Heima..."

Li Qingyun knocked softly on the door and called inside.

Having lived in Little Fortune Alley for a year, he had gradually become acquainted with quite a few households. His relationship with Uncle Lin's quiet and neglected household was particularly good.

As the saying went, a marriage required a matchmaker's words and parental consent. Since Li Qingyun had decided that, in this life in Nine Sons Heaven, he would become mortal husband and wife with Cheng Tangyin and grow old together, certain formalities could not be omitted.

Of course, that was largely his own notion and way of thinking.

In Wanfu City, the rules for taking a wife or marrying off a daughter were actually simple and direct. If a man took a fancy to a young woman from some family, he merely needed to bring gifts to her home and state his intentions. As long as the woman and her elders agreed, they could set a