In the end, only after the Fatty and Du Moyu held him back was the eighty-six-year-old village chief spared a beating.
But Jiang Cheng's fierce demeanor still frightened the village chief. He had no idea how this young master could change his attitude faster than turning a page: one moment he was praising him for his virtue and talent, and the next he was calling him a dog of a thief.
After finally calming Jiang Cheng down, the Fatty turned to the village chief. "What are you standing there staring into space for? Hurry up and explain. What exactly is this wedding ceremony about? What's the procedure? Are there any taboos?"
Only then did the village chief react to the Fatty's question. He hurriedly nodded. "Yes, yes. Based on my investigation, and on this young master's description, I think the River Goddess must have mistaken this young master for Lu Jianli—that is, the paper figure."
"And what Miss Wu was looking forward to most was definitely Lu Jianli returning to marry her after placing third in the imperial examinations."
"Oh, right." The village chief seemed to suddenly remember something and spoke quickly. "We found a half-burned sheet of paper where the Night Watchman lived. It said that Lu Jianli had placed third in the imperial examinations. Perhaps this was Lu Jianli's promise to Miss Wu."
Jiang Cheng glared at the village chief, huffing with anger. Du Moyu asked on his behalf, "So Brother Jiang has to return tonight in the role of the scholar who placed third, then marry Miss Wu of the Wu family in Dushui Village?"
"That's right." The village chief nodded, then lowered his voice, looking somewhat nervous. "But as before, since the River Goddess is... that sort of thing, the ceremony has to take place at