Zhu Minglang and Luo Shaoyan took their seats.
The number of guests wasn't particularly large, around one or two hundred people.
The banquet was exquisite and luxurious, with fine wines warming on small candle holders, carved wine pots purposely placed atop them. The taste was pleasantly warm and sweet, with a very nice texture.
In this regard, Luo Shaoyan hadn't deceived himself.
The wine was really good.
The groom was already dressed and ready, carrying himself with the air of a man on his wedding day, firmly believing that the woman he had chosen would dazzle everyone.
This man was Lin Yan, whose appearance was quite agreeable and his behavior showed nothing unreliable, probably due to being in front of his family's guests.
Zhu Minglang and Luo Shaoyan had already drunk several cups, but the bride had not yet appeared.
After making toasts back and forth, Lin Yan's face was no longer as pleasant as before.
