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The surrounding onlookers all gasped in amazement. They saw the Prime Minister's Son dressed in phoenix-embroidered crimson robes, his head covered by a beaded red bridal veil, holding a red silk ribbon as the Wedding Matchmaker assisted him in stepping out of the gates of the Prime Minister's Residence. Catching sight of the beauty appearing, the young master of the Zhu Household rushed forward eagerly, as if terrified the beauty might change her mind, grabbed the red silk ribbon he held, lifted the sedan curtain, shoved the beauty into the bridal sedan chair, and hurried it back toward his own residence at top speed.

Lord Zhu Cong sat in the parents' seat with a very unnatural expression. He had never imagined that one day his daughter's wedding would look like this. Not only did she fail to marry out, but she had someone married back to her instead—and it was none of the Prime Minister's Son. Madam Zhu, on the other hand, wore a beaming smile, looking at the couple who had just finished bowing to heaven and earth and then to the parents down in the hall. So the Young Master's refusal that day hadn't been because he refused to marry, but because he wanted to marry instead! She should have said so earlier! It wouldn't have scared her half to death by that person in the palace!

"Mother, there's a question I need to ask clearly beforehand." Zhu Xiaojiu looked tangled, troubled by this question ever since his eldest sister led the new bride down the bridal sedan chair until now when they performed the rites in the hall. "From now on, should I call him brother-in-law or sister-in-law?" Just look at the frustrating mess that Your Majesty pulled; in the end, nobody else got played, leaving only