Xuzhou.
Before Luo Qi entered Xuzhou, he had already sent word to Mi Zhu. At the Mi residence, Mi Zhu summoned his entire family and had Mi Fang prepare to welcome him.
Then he looked at his increasingly graceful, lovely younger sister and smiled. "Zhen, your future husband is almost here. This time, Young Master Ziqi will probably marry right here in Xuzhou."
In peacetime, most young masters of the Luo Clan married in Zhao City. Others, such as the Marquis of Western Regions Unshuang, held two weddings. After all, the Marquis of Western Regions Unshuang's wedding had to address all the states of the Western Regions and carried the significance of guarding an entire region.
But now it was wartime, and traveling back and forth was rather inconvenient. People married wherever they happened to be, except in special cases like Luo Chu, whom Luo Zhang had specifically ordered to return to Zhao City to marry.
Mi Zhen's fair little face flushed faintly. She and Luo Qi had been engaged for quite some time, but the war had kept delaying their wedding, and they had not had many opportunities to meet.
Although Luo Chu and Xiao Qiao were not yet married either, both were in Wu Commandery and had long been living together, like a divine couple. They were far more fortunate than Luo Qi and Mi Zhen.
When Liu Bei entered Xuzhou with his most elite troops, an enormous welcoming crowd appeared within its borders. Nearly a third of Xuzhou's gentry clans had sent people in response to Mi Zhu's call.
For a warlord who had yet to agree to any conditions from Xuzhou's gentry, this was a staggering number. It showed that a great many of Xuzhou's scholars already yearned to follow Liu Bei.
Looking at the bustling