Young Master Manor.
"The auspicious time is here—"
"Fist bow to the heavens—"
"Second bow to the parents—"
"Husband and wife bow to each other—"
"The ceremony is complete—"
As the emcee's loud and penetrating voice fell, there was a commotion in the hall. The groom held the bride's hand and walked towards the bridal chamber under everyone's curious and excited gazes.
Perhaps it was everyone's imagination, but why did they feel that the bride was a little tall? Young Master Yan's expression was very stiff, but he was always like this, so they did not think there was anything wrong.
Young Master Yan had married a village girl instead of so many young ladies in the Capital. This was really jaw-dropping, but who asked him to be a little lunatic? It was a miracle for him to marry a wife.
