Zhang Qin smiled and did not doubt the authenticity of his words. He knew his son's personality very well. Since he said so, he was at least 90% sure.
He stood up from the stone bench with his hands behind his back." It's late. Go to Chang 'an early tomorrow to prepare for the wedding!" Our family only has your uncle's family as relatives. Not only must we hold this wedding, but we must also hold it grandly. We must tell the great clans in the capital that from now on, we will also be part of the upper circles and will not be easily manipulated by outsiders. If they dare to touch us, they will have to pay the price."
"Yes." Zhang Ronghua agreed with a smile.
He didn't bring Zheng Qingyu with him. He told her to stay here and go with his parents tomorrow. After that, he would return to the residence. He left the residence and walked toward his home in the Vermilion Bird Lane.
After a while.
