All his old friends and acquaintances came to congratulate him.
The happiest people were Mr. and Mr. Yi. They were really crying tears of joy.
They received and entertained the guests with enthusiasm. The Yi mansion had not been so lively for many years. The servants were also busy like bees. They were wearing festive clothes and everyone had smiles on their faces.
When everything was ready, Yi Zilan rode his horse to pick up the bride. Usually, he had a cold expression on his face, but today, he was grinning from ear to ear, as if he wished that the entire world would know that he was getting married.
Yang Xueyu had already dressed up. Su Wanrou looked at her graceful daughter with red eyes.
Yang Xueyu was also a little sad to leave her mother.
Su Wanrou smiled faintly. "I hope you can live well. Zilan is a good man. He will take good care of you."
Yang Xueyu nodded.
Yi Zilan had come to pick up the bride.
