Ever since becoming the Wind Alliance's Chief Grand Elder, Dugu Bo had become exceptionally adept at handling social matters.
"Sure, sure."
The Guards stationed at the gate were not wealthy people themselves.
They were merely Soul Saints.
Naturally, they were desperately short of money.
Now that someone was offering them money—and they were from the bride's family—they naturally let them through.
Even if they had several lives, they would not dare stop members of the bride's family who had come for An Tianmo to take a concubine.
Wasn't that like an old man hanging himself because he thought he had lived too long?
"Wait!"
Just then, the three men in front were allowed in, while the four veiled women behind them were stopped.
"Good sirs, what is the matter?"
Dugu Bo asked.
At this moment, his face did not redden and his heart did not race. He appeared utterly calm.
"Why do these people look somewhat familiar to me?!"
The two Guards said coldly.
"Familiar? Good sirs, perhaps they simply have rather common-looking faces?"
Dugu Bo hurriedly replied.
"Take off their veils and let me see. I keep feeling that these four look familiar, even with their veils on!"
The guard said with utmost seriousness.
"These four are maidservants accompanying the bride. According to the customs of the bride's family, they all come from the Qin Clan. Surely you do not intend to ruin the custom? These veils can only be removed on the day An Tianmo enters the bridal chamber. Do you truly want to see?!"
Seeing how serious they were, Dugu Bo's voice instantly turned cold.
If they would not accept kindness and insisted on force, what did Dugu Bo have to fear?
Making things up? Wasn't that the basic skill Old Skinflint had taught him!
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