Twelve years later!
On this day.
Qingshan Town rang with festive music that spread throughout the entire town.
Looking in the direction of the crowded flow of people, they saw a handsome young man riding a tall horse toward the end of the street.
Behind him followed a wedding procession, with people blowing suonas, beating clappers and drums, and sounding gongs.
At the sight of this.
The town residents offered their congratulations and blessings.
After the wedding procession had passed, some of the townsfolk began discussing it among themselves.
"In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. That little radish-head Ping'an is getting married now!"
"Time spares no one!"
"Isn't that so?"
"By the way, do you know which family Ping'an's bride comes from?"
"No idea!"
"She's probably not from around here."
"Maybe she's some young lady from the county seat?"
"That's possible!"
"After all, Mister Cheng is a man of immense learning. It wouldn't be strange for those high and mighty households to want to climb onto this marriage branch!"
"Exactly!
Among all the high officials who have come out of this town over the years, which one hasn't received Mister Cheng's guidance?"
"Isn't that so?"
"Just last month, county magistrate Zhang personally brought generous gifts to visit Mister Cheng."
"What's that worth?
Have you forgotten Zheng Juren? Zheng Juren has now been appointed chief prefect, and they say he'll soon enter the capital for a promotion. Yet every time Zheng Juren returns, he respectfully goes to pay his respects to Mister Cheng and inquire after his well-being!"
"With such terrifying connections, even if Mister Cheng's son were a fool, people would still rush over to curry favor with him.
What's more!
Ping'an is a fine-looking man himself, and he's made quite a name for