"Fine. Then let's ask this Luan Gentleman a simple question—there was a famous woman in our nation's history named Qiao Yanjun. When she married, she used an entire street as her dowry; surely everyone knows this. So, may I ask: what was the name of the younger brother of the gentleman Qiao Yanjun married...?"
On the fifteenth day of the fifth month, Yuanfeng Year 57 of the Qi calendar: favorable for travel, marriage, and settling into a home...
Probably unfavorable for answering questions.
The vast residence of the Court Consultant was draped in red and festooned with color.
Nine tiers of ceremonial gates had been erected on the street outside the Yi residence.
Chongxuan Sheng, clad in a bright red groom's robe, stood planted before the fifth gate, grinning merrily without the slightest trace of impatience.
But Jiang Green Sheep, the Luan Gentleman clearing the way before him, looked as though he desperately wanted to tear at his hair and scratch his ears.
According to Qi State wedding customs, the groom and bride both wore bright red.
The Luan Gentleman accompanying the groom had to wear green, while the Phoenix Lady accompanying the bride had to don purple robes—hence the saying, "green luan and purple phoenix, an auspicious omen for a fine match."
This green attire was not the simple style Jiang Wang usually wore. It had to be embroidered with green luan and painted with seas of clouds, splendid to the utmost.
As the saying went, clothes make the man and saddle makes the horse. To call the Marquis of Wu'an a dashing figure today would not be an exaggeration.
The young lady guarding the gate had practically glued her eyes to the Marquis of Wu'an, though the question from her lips showed no mercy at all.
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