Xue Fuyao came to her master's room and raised her hand to knock. Soon, the door opened on its own.
After entering, Xue Fuyao saw her master sitting in meditation. She cupped her hands in greeting and asked obediently, "Master, you wanted to see me?"
Hearing her voice, Xie Yichu slowly opened his eyes and said, "Weren't you interested in the Ming Household? As it happens, they sent an invitation today. Tomorrow is the wedding that will unite their young master, Ming Cen, with the Jin Household. Come with me to attend the ceremony."
"A marriage alliance?"
Xue Fuyao's voice rose a little, surprise in her eyes. It looks like I arrived at just the right time.
Seeing her reaction, Xie Yichu said, "We leave first thing tomorrow morning. Don't sleep in."
At his words, Xue Fuyao's cheeks flushed, and she protested, "I don't sleep in anymore." With that, she turned and jogged away.
Early the next morning.
Since the head of the Ming Household apparently had something to discuss with Xie Yichu, the Venerable Spiritwood, Xie Yichu brought Xue Fuyao to the Ming Residence early that morning.
It was, after all, their young master's wedding. The entire Ming Household was hung with lanterns and colorful decorations, bustling with festivity.
Soon after the master and disciple arrived, they were shown into the main hall.
The head of the Ming Household was a middle-aged man who looked gentle and refined.
When he saw Xue Fuyao, he smiled and said, "I heard long ago that you'd taken a young disciple. I never imagined it was actually true. Here, this is my first-meeting gift."
As he spoke, a heavy pouch was pressed into Xue Fuyao's arms.
"I originally prepared these things for your master's wedding and the birth of his children. But looking