Time quickly arrived at the eighth day of the second lunar month.
Early in the morning, the Fang residence became lively.
The young and old of the entire estate were there helping out.
The Drunken Immortal Tower also hung out a sign proclaiming the master’s joy, and everyone returned to Fang Family Village.
On the cement road within the estate, tables, chairs, and bowls were laid out, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Outside the gates of the Fang residence, the motorcade had already formed up, with thirty tractors sandwiching the pickup truck in between.
Fang Er, dressed in festive attire, sat in the pickup truck, with Su Feng in the passenger seat.
Yuan Tiangang looked up at the sky: the auspicious hour has arrived! Depart!
Rumble rumble rumble!
Rumble rumble rumble!
Rumble rumble rumble!
Instantly, the entire Fang Family Village echoed with the sound of tractors starting up.
The procession slowly set off, heading towards Chang’an city.
Upon entering the city, it caused a sensation.
The tractors were adorned with large red flowers on their heads, clearly a wedding procession, incredibly striking! Read books now.
Cheng Chumo, sitting in the pickup truck, glanced at the envious expressions from both sides of the street: Big brother, when I get married, can I use this motorcade too?
Yes, yes, and me!
Yuchi Baolin also chimed in.
Me, and me!
Changsun Chong and Zhang Daxing were equally eager.
Alright, alright, I’ll arrange an even more impressive motorcade for you when the time comes!
Fang Er replied with a smile.
The four of them were the groomsmen for today, and they had actively volunteered.
The motorcade arrived at the gate of the Chai residence, and they all stopped and switched off their engines.
Greetings to the son-in-law!
The servants of the Chai residence were already waiting at the entrance.
Fang Er casually handed over a few red envelopes: Take these for drinks!
Thank you, son-in-law!
Cheng Chumo and the other three, with Fang Er sandwiched between them, walked towards the main entrance. Read books now.
Upon opening the gate, the sight startled Fang Er!
A group of young and beautiful palace maids, armed with clubs, stood on both sides of the road inside the gate.
A woman in palace attire approached; it was Empress Changsun.
Greetings, Your Majesty!
Fang Er quickly bowed.
Empress Changsun waved her hand.
Today, call me Aunt.
Yes, Aunt.
Fang Er understood. With the late Princess of Chang’an, his mother’s elder sister, Empress Changsun was to play the role of Chai Yue’s deceased mother, the Princess.
You may proceed with the wedding, but first, get past this hurdle. I will be waiting for you inside!
Empress Changsun said with a smile, dropping these words before heading into the inner courtyard.
Fang Er looked at the palace maids on both sides of the road in confusion. What’s going on? They’re holding clubs; are they going to beat their way in?
Cheng Chumo tugged at Fang Er’s sleeve and whispered.
Big brother, you can’t fight back later, you can only grit your teeth and endure it all the way.
This is called a show of dominance!
Fang Er: …
Good heavens, there’s even this part?
So, he stood there, took a deep breath, clasped his hands behind his head, and rushed straight in.
Cheng Chumo and the other three protected him in the middle, following closely behind.
The palace maids instantly raised their clubs and brought them down.
Ah!!
Ooh~~!
Don’t hit there!
Zhang Daxing, running at the back, cried out in pain as he covered his backside.
The palace maids on both sides covered their mouths and laughed loudly.
In reality, the clubs didn’t hit very hard; it was merely a ritual.
But with so many people, by the time they reached the end, there were at least twenty to thirty palace maids on both sides.
Fang Er was fine, being protected in the middle, and since he was the groom today, the palace maids’ clubs deliberately avoided hitting him.
However, Cheng Chumo and the other three were not so fortunate; they were the main targets, as instructed by the Empress.
As a result, by the time they reached the inner courtyard, these four were in a sorry state.
The Chai residence was a four-courtyard complex. Initially, Fang Er and his companions thought there were only those twenty to thirty palace maids.
But as they walked further in, Cheng Chumo and the others felt their hearts sink.
Oh, my Empress!
How many palace maids did you bring!
By the time they reached the back courtyard where Chai Yue resided, the four of them were already bruised and battered.
Big brother! Don’t ask me next time, this is not work for humans!
Zhang Daxing mumbled, covering his eyes.
Fang Er heard him and immediately slapped him on the back of the head.
What nonsense are you talking!
Zhang Daxing was confused; he felt like his brain wasn’t working properly at this moment.
Why am I being hit again? I was clearly blocking the clubs for you.
Changsun Chong was amused by his words.
Heh heh, it’s worth it. Big brother, do you want me to help you vent your anger?
Zhang Daxing looked terrified: What are you doing? Did I say something wrong?
Fang Er rolled his eyes at him and ignored him. Instead, he walked towards a few women guarding the back courtyard. These women were clearly not palace maids; they were likely Chai Yue’s close friends.
Seeing that Fang Er remained silent, Cheng Chumo seemed to have received tacit approval. He immediately went to Zhang Daxing’s side, jumped high, and just like Fang Er had done earlier, slapped him on the back of the head.
I’ll teach you to say next time! Next time! Next time! Is there going to be a next time?!
Yuchi Baolin and Changsun Chong also surrounded him, grabbing Zhang Daxing and giving him a good beating.
Zhang Daxing: @#%￥#a
However, he searched repeatedly but couldn't find a suitable poem for this situation.
His brain whirred: Little ladies, composing poetry is a bit beneath me. How about I sing a song instead?
Changsun Ling’er looked surprised: Does the Marquis of Liaodong also know how to compose songs?
Fang Er nodded.
Quickly, sisters, go inside and fetch Yue’er’s zither.
Changsun Ling’er quickly said to the others.
In a short while, a stool, a zither stand, and a guqin were brought over and placed next to Changsun Ling’er.
Changsun Ling’er walked to the zither and sat down, saying to Fang Er, Please sing, Marquis.
ps: Fourth update