Lu Zheng and the two women, Liu Qingyan, immediately became honored guests of the Zhao Family Estate and were respectfully invited to sit in the front row.
When they learned that the three were friends Zhao Wenrong had made in Tonglin County, the relatives and friends familiar with Zhao Wenrong were even more delighted.
"Zhao Wenrong is only Third Brother. I didn't expect this wedding to be so grand," Shen Ying said softly, looking around.
"I heard the old madam favors him greatly," Liu Qingyan said with a smile over her shoulder.
Lu Zheng chimed in, "He went to Tonglin County to oversee local affairs and has no intention of competing for the family headship. The others will only try to win him over."
Shen Ying nodded. "Quite clever. You really couldn't tell in ordinary times."
"Eh?"
Just as they said this, Lu Zheng raised a brow, Shen Ying slanted her eyes, and Liu Qingyan could not help sniffing the air as she turned to look.
The three saw a young man enter the Zhao Family Estate. His eyes were bright, but his face was full of sorrow.
When the young man entered, he had not produced an invitation. Instead, he had used an Illusion Art. Clearly, he too was a cultivator, though even Lu Zheng found that clumsy Illusion Art awkward to watch.
After entering, the young man naturally blended into the guests. He said nothing, merely finding a seat near the central hall.
Liu Qingyan said worriedly, "He isn't here to cause trouble, is he?"
If he were a friend or relative, even without an invitation, all he had to do was have someone announce him. Using an Illusion Art did not seem like the way of a friend.
"Let's watch first. With us here, we won't let