Ouyang Chengze wasn't exaggerating.
Early the next morning, as soon as the sun had just risen above the horizon, people from the Prime Minister Residence came drumming and trumpeting for the marriage proposal.
Their formation was grand, fearing the citizens of Ye City wouldn't know about it.
Ouyang Chengze in red, rode on a tall horse, unable to suppress the smile on the corners of his mouth—his grin was almost reaching his ears.
Yesterday, Jiang Yingying casually mentioned preparing plenty of bridal gifts.
Now, everyone looked around, yet couldn't see the end.
The Ouyang Family wasn't very wealthy; evidently, they'd brought out their bottom-of-the-chest treasures for the proposal.
The old lady sat in a carriage, lifted the curtain to look at Ouyang Chengze.
This grandson, who was once clever and witty, now smiled like a happy fool; it was unbearable to see.
She sighed and put down the curtain.
