Li Xuancang held Du Ruomei's hand and slowly walked out of the Du Residence.
The wedding procession departed from the Du Residence, traveled along Vermilion Bird Street, and returned all the way to Marquis Wu'an's Residence.
This time, even more commoners crowded both sides of the street, packing it to the brim.
"The bride is out! The bride is out!"
"Can't see her! Her veil's covering her face!"
"Look at that wedding gown—the phoenix on it was embroidered with real silk and gold thread. They say it took a full five years to make."
"..."
Chatter, cheers, and the crackle of firecrackers blended together, setting the entirety of Vermilion Bird Street ablaze with excitement.
Marquis Wu'an's Residence had long since been prepared.
Red silk was tied around the stone lions before the manor gates, the character for double happiness hung over the entrance, and red felt stretched from the gates to the main hall. Flower baskets lined both sides, their fragrance filling the air.
In the main hall, the elders sat above.
Father Li and Mother Li sat in the seats of honor, dressed in ceremonial robes bestowed by the Imperial Court, their faces glowing red with joy.
Father Li's hands had been trembling the entire time—not from fear, but excitement.
He had never dreamed that he, a mud-legged peasant, would one day sit in such a place and watch his own son marry the Du Family's legitimate daughter.
Mother Li was equally delighted, her eyes glistening at the corners.
To see her son settle down and start a family—she could die without regrets.
Nearby, Li Xiu held Doudou in her arms, her eyes slightly red as she rejoiced for her younger brother.
The master of ceremonies was a Vice Minister of Rites, who personally stepped forward to announce the