Chapter 399: Chapter 399

Prince Dingbei’s Mansion was festooned with lanterns and decorations, red silk fluttering in the air.

The master of the house was celebrating, and the servants and maidservants wore smiles as they expertly guided the guests arriving for the ceremony to their seats.

In the Qunying Hall of Prince Dingbei’s Mansion, Niu Pan’er sat gracefully in her bridal chamber, clad in a luxurious wedding gown. Accompanying her were the ladies, princesses, and young misses of the imperial family, for the Niu Family had no relatives in the capital, and Niu Pan’er herself had few close friends. Thus, only members of the imperial family could keep her company.

Although laughter and joyous chatter surrounded her, Niu Pan’er felt a bit at a loss and nervous. The source of this content ɪs NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Today was her wedding day, and this feeling was so unfamiliar, it made her a little anxious.

"They’re here, they’re here." A young lady adorned with colorful ornaments rushed in with a joyful expression, saying, "The wedding entourage has arrived, and they’re reciting the urging poems."

The urging poems were more ceremonial since Niu Pan’er would live in the Prince Mansion afterwards; they wouldn’t be moving back and forth. It was just a symbolic procession through the streets. The estates and mansions were represented by tiles and such for numbers, which was quite impressive.

Other accessories like silk and seasonal clothing were carried in several sedan chairs. The dowry was simple but valuable, as even the Emperor, Empress Dowager, and Empress had bestowed gifts, which was enough to capture attention.

The people in the capital knew this wedding well. It was akin to the fourth young master of the Prime Minister’s Mansion entering the household rather than caring about the dowry. It was merely a formality, moving it from one place to another, then back again, with everyone having a tacit understanding.

Niu Pan’er instinctively clenched her hands into fists, her lips tightening slightly.

"Commandery Princess, you mustn’t press your lips, or else the lipstick will smudge." The marriage attendant, who had been closely observing Niu Pan’er’s movements, quickly intervened and reapplied her lipstick.

A lady of the imperial family laughed, "Are you nervous? Don’t worry, the door blockers won’t easily let the wedding party in for a while. You can relax."

Niu Pan’er smiled faintly, half-closing her eyes pretending to rest while silently reciting military tactics and martial arts moves in her heart.

At the second gate, Song Zhiyu led the wedding entourage, their faces red from holding back. They had recited poems, demonstrated martial skills, and shot arrows, yet they were still not allowed in.

Could it be that they really had to take an unconventional route?

He turned to Song Lingzhou with a solemn face and asked, "Do you want to quickly bring the Commandery Princess, your little aunt, back to the Prime Minister’s Mansion?"

Song Lingzhou nodded.

"Then your fourth uncle’s happiness in his later years depends on you." Song Zhiyu’s eyes glinted green.

Tasked with a significant responsibility, Song Lingzhou didn’t realize the pitfall in his fourth uncle’s words. Puffing out his small chest, he thumped it loudly, "Fourth Uncle, just give the orders; I’m here."

"Good nephew, I’ll give you extra big red envelopes later," Song Zhiyu gratefully said, pulling Bao Datong aside and winking at him, "To smoothly bring the bride back, we must take an unconventional route."

Bao Datong met his eyes, and they both shared a knowing, sly smile, simultaneously looking at Song Lingzhou.

A moment later, Song Lingzhou glared at Bao Datong with a dark face, "These are my brand new robes."

His intuition was right; something off meant it was a pit.

Bao Datong replied, "Once your fourth uncle brings your fourth aunt back to the Prime Minister’s Mansion, he’ll make you ten new outfits."

Song Lingzhou hesitated.

"A real man doesn’t sweat the small stuff. You can do it," Bao Datong firmly patted his shoulder.

Gritting his teeth, Song Lingzhou squatted down, his rear jostling as he crawled.

Although his fourth uncle had tricked him dozens of times, he treated his fourth uncle like a drumstick.

For his little uncle’s sake, he would endure humiliation and bear this weight. He could do it; he could handle it.

This dog hole, he would crawl through!