Just then, the distant sounds of suonas and firecrackers indicated the wedding procession had returned.
She could not afford to continue wasting time here. Mo Yan, under the cover of her sleeve, took out a bottle of wound medicine and said to Madam Hu, whose face was full of anger, "Lady, please use this wound medicine on your daughter first. After my father has completed the wedding ceremony, I, the County Lord, will treat your daughter personally."
However, Mo Yan's kind gesture did not win over Madam Hu's understanding. Madam Hu forcefully pushed away Mo Yan's hand and blocked her way, not allowing her to leave, "I must be forgiven for my motherly concern. If the County Lord does not give an explanation, I'm afraid you shall not witness the wedding ceremony today."
Seeing the domineering Madam Hu, and then glancing at the silent Sir Hu, Mo Yan finally understood why the not yet thirteen-year-old Miss Hu was so presumptuous and unreasonable.
