Seeing that the auspicious time was about to pass, the bridegroom's side was anxious to fetch the bride, fearing the delay would spoil the good fortune.
Qin Fen felt that there should be enough red envelopes, but the door to the room remained closed.
"Qin Fen! Didn't you sort this out in advance? We have an auspicious time to consider, and it's almost passing. You'd better hurry up and urge the bride," Wang Erzhu's father reminded him from the side.
"Alright," Qin Fen nodded, quickly knocked on the door, and said to Song Yueqin, "Yueqin, it's getting late. Can you quickly open the door?"
"I'd like to open it, but this isn't something I can control!" Song Yueqin's voice came from inside.
"That's right. If you can't even handle us, how can we rely on you after my sister marries into your family – if anything happens?"
"That's right!"
"Exactly!"
"If you don't bring the red envelopes, she can't go with you."
