In the corner of the pavilion closest to the tower building.
A noble son clad in brocade and jade sat behind a table, his eyes darkly fixed on Lin Yue and the bride in the ceremony center.
"Fifth brother, stop looking."
Another brocade-clad son said, "Though Father had once intended to ask for the Qi family's eldest daughter's hand in marriage for you, nothing was set in stone. Duke Heng never takes sides, only keeping close to those neutral parties who fence-sit, whereas our Mingyuan Marquis mansion has aligned far too closely with Prince Eight."
The purple-robed son snorted softly, murmuring, "It's just unwillingness, that's all. I, Liao Yuanting, to actually lose the woman I love to some nobody who appeared out of nowhere..."
The others from the Mingyuan Marquis mansion immediately offered their consolations, even though a barrier had been set up in the pavilion—it was still unseemly to speak ill of another on their wedding day.
