Yao Zheyu held the invitation, "I am here to deliver the invitation."
Zhou Shuren took the invitation, a red one at that, and upon opening it, raised an eyebrow, "Is the Princely Heir getting married?"
Yao Zheyu sat down, "It's all written clearly on the invitation."
Zhou Shuren was shocked, "Your father actually agreed to your marriage?"
Yao Zheyu pressed his forehead, "I was just as surprised as you when I received the invitation."
He had received the invitation less than four hours ago. Indeed, as the person getting married, it was rather surprising that he knew of his own marriage only after the invitations had been issued.
Zhou Shuren raised an eyebrow again, "You just got the invitation? They didn't notify you?"
Yao Zheyu sneered, "No notification. The date was set, the invitations written, and I suppose by now everyone who should have received one has."
