Song Jiyun strode out of the side gate of the Wang Residence with a posture straight as a rod.
The big red lanterns hanging under the eaves shone on the bluestone steps, casting lustrous orbs of light.
Zheng Quan, who had been waiting outside the gate, promptly stepped forward, his voice tense as he whispered in a low tone, "Miss, what did Registrar Wang say?"
Blinking, Song Jiyun waved the big red invitation with gold sprinkles in her hand, a faint smile blooming at the corner of her mouth, "It's done!"
Zheng Quan let out a long sigh of relief, a smile soon emerging in his eyes. He lifted the sedan curtain, helping Song Jiyun into the sedan chair.
In the Flower Hall of the Wang Residence, lamps burned brightly, casting dancing silhouettes of trees through the white Goryeo paper screens.
