The celestial music stopped. The laughter and conversation died away.
On the dais, the smile froze on the Murong patriarch's face.
He slowly turned toward the voice, his gaze shifting from astonishment to gloom before his eyes finally narrowed.
"Fellow Daoist."
He still kept his voice restrained, but anyone could hear his displeasure. "Today is my daughter's wedding day. May I ask... what advice you have to offer?"
Si Chen did not answer immediately.
First, he looked at the groom on the dais, whose face was streaked with tears.
Zhou Yan's eyes were wide and round, tears still streaming down his cheeks. When Si Chen looked over, he nodded like a chick pecking grain.
I'm saved!
Si Chen gave him a slight nod.
Zhou Yan: "..."
What's that nod supposed to mean?!
Say something!
Hurry up and say you object! Say it!
Afterward, whatever you ask of me, I'll...
Si Chen withdrew his gaze, looked at the Murong patriarch, and finally spoke.
"This marriage, I..."
Halfway through, he seemed to notice something. His gaze casually swept over Miss Murong, who stood to one side beneath her red bridal veil.
Just one glance.
Si Chen gave a soft "Hm?"
The words he had been about to say stopped.
He fell silent for two breaths.
Then, under everyone's puzzled gazes and Zhou Yan's expectant eyes, Si Chen said something that stunned the entire gathering:
"I approve."
Xie Changsheng: "???"
Luo Hongyi: "???"
Zhou Yan's vision went black. He nearly fainted on the spot.
Brother Si?!
The Murong patriarch was stunned too, but he quickly recovered, a smile returning to his face. "And you are...?"
"Please forgive me, Patriarch."
Si Chen explained calmly, "I am Si Chen, a... dear friend of Young Master Zhou Yan up there."
Zhou Yan almost cried at those