In the twenty-fifth year of Emperor Ming, on the fifth day of the second lunar month, in Lishui Village.
The red procession stretched from the village entrance to a point far beyond sight, attracting the villagers' attention.
They had only ever heard of such grand wedding convoys, but now they could finally witness one firsthand.
Originally, Shen Qinglan intended for the people from the Duan Mansion to directly deliver the betrothal gifts to the Shen Mansion on Baihua Lane, but Dong Yao insisted that they must be brought back to the village so that the ancestors could see and bless them.
Shen Qinglan didn't think much and agreed to Dong Yao's suggestion.
She thought a simple gesture would suffice, but unexpectedly...
Looking at the courtyard filled with items and people still lined up outside, Shen Qinglan blushed with embarrassment.
The wedding is next year, yet such a grand display of gifts led the villagers to keep asking if she was already getting married.
