Where Was I Supposed to Sit?

Su Qing and Xi Xingyu's wedding was set for the ninth day of the ninth month.

Ye An counted the days. If he left for Cangwu Prefectural City after the wedding banquet, he should still make it in time for the Cangwu Martial Arts Tournament.

On the morning of the wedding, the four members of the Ye Family put on new clothes and set out from Willow Alley.

Before they reached the Martial Hall, they saw a crowd gathered outside.

Neighbors packed the roadside to watch the festivities. Those with a poor view stood on tiptoe and craned their necks. Most had come to see the newlyweds and share in the good fortune.

Voices filled the air, every conversation circling back to the couple.

"Master Su's daughter is marrying the county magistrate's son. A perfect match!"

"I heard Young Master Xi has already passed the provincial examination! He's earned a degree so young. His future is boundless."

"Master Su's doing well too. The Martial Hall keeps growing, with one class of students after another. Now his daughter's getting married—two blessings at once."

Su Yuanshan stood at the Martial Hall's entrance in a newly tailored dark robe no one had seen before. He could not stop smiling.

He was chatting with several guests, letting out a laugh every few sentences. His voice rang out, strong and full, without a trace of old age.

He had the foundation of Third Body Tempering, after all. "Old but still vigorous" suited him perfectly.

Ye An watched from a distance the man who had first guided him onto the martial path, then looked at the familiar entrance of the Martial Hall. An odd sense of nostalgia rose in him.

Before long, the wedding procession arrived.

Xi Xingyu rode at its head on a chestnut horse,