The wedding convoy arrived at the courtyard amid a barrage of firecrackers; Yuan Weicheng's comrades were certainly not shy about making a racket. At the midday banquet, with Xu Shifan, the young uncle-in-law leading the charge, Peng Mingdong and the others certainly didn't hold back in plying the groom with drink.
Fortunately, Yuan Weicheng's choice of best man could really hold his liquor, so the groom wasn't laid out flat.
Old Master Yuan was the happiest of all today, finally his youngest son had settled down. He thought to himself that even in the afterlife, he could offer a good report to his late wife.
Luo Qiao stood on the side and watched Little Uncle Yuan, who was grinning somewhat foolishly, and Xu Yuqing, who had a shy look on her face. They would exchange an occasional smile, and in her heart, Luo Qiao also wished them well.
Without knowing when, Lu Yichen moved behind her, "Are you very envious?"