Chapter 400: Chapter 400

The welcoming party smoothly arrived in front of Commandery Princess Dongyang’s hall. How did they manage to get in? The ones stopping them were armed junior officers, yet they couldn’t block a group of unarmed gentlemen.

Oh, we have to start from the little chubby boy squeezing through a dog hole.

It was the little chubby boy who unexpectedly attacked from the dog hole and reached the main gate. Taking advantage of the distraction outside, he deftly opened the gate, and amusingly, those who were supposed to stop the wedding thought he was one of their own, not knowing he was from the enemy’s side. When the door opened, they were all dumbfounded.

This laughter was like flowers blooming, bringing a gentle breeze.

The voice of Song Zhiyu came in, and Niu Pan’er instinctively looked out.

Oh, there was nothing to see.

But her heart couldn’t help but start pounding uncontrollably.

The jade-like gentleman had arrived.

Song Zhiyu and his friends were again forced to compose a few humorous poems before they could smoothly reach the bridal chamber.

Both were getting married for the first time, and naturally, Song Zhiyu was nervous, sweat covering his forehead, not daring to step forward.

"Dummy, you should go in." Bao Datong shoved him.

Only then did Song Zhiyu step into the room and saw Niu Pan’er sitting upright on the bridal bed, already wearing the bright jade crown, holding an apple.

The first time he saw her, she was riding a white horse, charging towards him like a mountain.

The second time, again she was on a white horse, turning her head and softly calling, "Song Yulang?"

The third time, the fourth time...

She was always in a warrior’s outfit, tall and strong like a pine on a mountain, full of heroic spirit.

This was the only time she wore a bright red wedding dress, lightly adorned with makeup, wearing a festive crown, truly showing him she was just a girl after all.

Niu Pan’er felt her face warm under his gaze, and subconsciously looked up, looking at him through the beaded curtain of the wedding crown.

Song Yulang, true to his name, was graceful and handsome like jade, a refined gentleman, lacking his usual dissolute air, seeming more composed.

Niu Pan’er smiled gently.

Song Zhiyu’s face was a bit hot, prompted by the bridal attendant beside him.

"Commandery Princess, I’m here to bring you home." Song Zhiyu mumbled.

Niu Pan’er’s smile reached her eyes, letting the bridal attendant cover her with the red veil, and carrying her to bow to Prince Dingbei and serve tea.

Prince Dingbei, in a dark red python robe with coiling dragon patterns, looked at the kneeling couple before him with reddened eyes, his lips tightly pressed.

He had waited nearly a lifetime for this cup of tea from the newlyweds. It hadn’t been easy.

"Live well together."

Niu Pan’er discerned the strong emotion in her father’s voice, feeling a bit overwhelmed herself.

Song Zhiyu loudly declared, "Father, we’ll be right back, just wait for us."

Prince Dingbei: "..."

What was that? The sentiment he had been brewing was swiftly washed away by this brat.

Fourth Master Song really knows how to be a son-in-law, and he understands his position well.

Niu Pan’er was somewhat touched.

"Go now, don’t miss the auspicious time for the ceremony." Prince Dingbei said with a smile.

Niu Pan’er was covered with the red veil again; traditionally, her brother should carry her out, but there wasn’t one, so Song Zhiyu had to do it himself.

"The bride is leaving," someone announced.

The sound of firecrackers exploded like thunder.

Song Zhiyu carried Niu Pan’er on his back and walked out, hearing her soft voice in his ear, "Are you okay? Should we let the bridal attendant carry instead?"

Song Zhiyu almost dropped her, gritting his teeth, he replied, "You’ll know if I’m okay tonight."

He’s grown bold, even teasing her now.

Prince Dingbei stood in front of the hall, watching the newlyweds walk further and further away until they disappeared from view. His heart heavy, he turned back into his room and hugged the spirit tablet of his late princess, crying his heart out.

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