Still, although the little girl's idea was rather nasty, it was not ruthless enough. Well, she was young, after all. It was only natural that she wanted to vent her anger.
Xie Yichu did not tell the two of them what he and Ming Yi had planned. He simply said they could make whatever fuss they pleased. In any case, the Ming Household was in the right.
They were bound to be laughed at afterward anyway. By now, Ming Yi was already inclined to smash the cracked pot altogether.
Soon, the wedding began, and the bride and groom entered the Main Hall together.
What should have been a lively wedding feast was now strangely quiet. Everyone's gaze shifted between the groom's face and the bride's red veil, their expressions those of people waiting for a good show.
Before setting out to fetch the bride, Ming Yi had already told the arriving guests what had happened. He told them they were free to leave if they wished, and if they wanted to stay for a meal and enjoy a good show along the way, the Ming Household would welcome them just as warmly. In short, he was completely open about it: as long as he did not feel embarrassed, he would not be the one losing face.
Hearing that such a thing had actually happened, every guest who had come to the wedding feast chose to stay. They claimed they wanted to demand justice for Ming Cen, but in truth, every last one of them was waiting to watch the show.
Ming Yi did not care about that, though. The embarrassment had already happened; how many people were there to witness it did not matter.
As the wedding proceeded, just as Ming Cen's stand-in was about to expose the substitute-bride plot,