"Let me understand this correctly," Zhang Fengxi said as they walked away from the field a short moment later. "Do you plan to suggest to the Heavenly Emperor to conduct ghost weddings for all twenty-four female ghosts?"
"Of course not," Xie Jianyu answered. "We can handle these ghost weddings on our own."
"..."
Great, the Crown Prince was acting on his desperate urge to excel again.
"And where do you plan to get twenty-four dead bridegrooms to marry them?'
"It is supposed to be a symbolic marriage only. We can run the plan by the local Ghost Mistress Of Ceremony."
"Oh, good. And I thought that you planned to kill twenty-four young men to accompany the dead women in the afterlife."
Xie Jianyu sneered at Zhang Fengxi.
"Well, I have one with me here. Only twenty-three more bridegrooms to find."
"Oi, oi!"
