Jiang Ziya had not even eaten breakfast. His mind was already groggy, and this series of sudden arrangements left his emotions churning. For a moment, he did not know how to respond.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but Song Yiren interrupted him.
"Don't worry, sworn brother!"
Song Yiren's gaze was sincere, his tone earnest. "As long as I can see you settle down, marry, and have children, comforting Uncle and Auntie's spirits in heaven, Big Brother will be completely satisfied!"
"Father and Mother..."
Hearing this, Jiang Ziya's heart softened.
His parents had died early, and he had relied entirely on Song Yiren's care. That kindness weighed heavily upon him.
Seeing the hope and solemnity in Song Yiren's eyes, he ultimately swallowed every word of objection and nodded lightly. "Then... I shall fulfill Big Brother's and my parents' wishes."
Before long, news of Jiang Ziya's wedding quietly spread throughout Zhaoge City.
A seventy-two-year-old groom marrying a sixty-eight-year-old bride was such an extraordinary sight that even in prosperous Zhaoge City, it was a once-in-a-century occurrence. The neighbors and townsfolk discussed it endlessly.
On the day of the wedding, the scene was even livelier. Many prominent gentlemen, wealthy merchants, and nobles from the city came to witness it. Some came to see the novelty, while others came to show Song Yiren some respect.
Without realizing it, Song Yiren took the opportunity to make the acquaintance of many powerful figures he normally would have found difficult to approach.
This grand wedding also brought Jiang Ziya considerable gains. Congratulatory gifts piled up like mountains, and for the time being, he no longer had to worry about supporting his household or paying for food and daily necessities.
On the night of the wedding, Jiang Ziya drank himself slightly drunk. His thoughts were