Lin Chu opened her mouth before speaking, but Lin Zhi grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind her: "My old Chu will never have that day!"
Under the bright lights, two men like orchids and jade trees stood facing each other, speechless for a long time.
The air everywhere suddenly became cold, and everyone shivered in silence.
Never do anything in other people’s homes!
"Ahem." Mrs. Song's face turned completely dark: "The princess of Southern Xinjiang is out of the cabinet, please make it convenient for the two of you!"
What sin did the ancestors of the Lin family commit? To offend such a sinister descendant!
"Well...the princess is here." The matchmaker came forward tremblingly and said anxiously to the old lady Song: "If you want to say goodbye to your parents and clan, do you still...say goodbye?"
"Bye!" Mrs. Song gritted her teeth and said, "No matter what, you are still the princess of Southern Xinjiang. My Lin family is from a scholarly family, so naturally I have to be polite!"
The matchmaker took a cautious look at Lin Zhi. Seeing that the man was so indifferent and not as cruel as before, she stood up straight and shouted: "Princess please!"
The crisp sound of rings and robes clashing stirred in the sky in the quiet night, and everyone looked towards the door of the main hall. A slim woman dressed in a bright red wedding dress came slowly with the support of a maid.
Her steps were light and graceful. Although she couldn't see her face under the hijab, it was not difficult to tell from her posture that she was a gentle and dignified beauty.
A proud and satisfied smile appeared on Mrs. Song's lips. She put her withered fingers on the back of Lin Laosan's hand and supported him towards the main seat in the middle of the hall.
The graceful bride crossed the threshold of the hall and walked toward her. Mrs. Song's back became straighter and straighter, and she glanced sideways at Lin Chu, filled with joy.
So what if you are as arrogant as you are? She will soon be the princess’s grandmother and Da Sima’s in-laws!
With such a respected status, who would care less about being the mother of a chief minister?
The bride's skirt was spread out like water lotus flowers, and she walked as if she was wandering on the water waves, elegant and calm. However, after entering the main hall, she suddenly stopped and didn't move for a long time.
"Princess, it's time to kowtow to the elders and relatives." The matchmaker reminded her with a smile.
The bride still stood upright, and the corners of her clothes never moved at all.
The smile on Mrs. Song's face was a little frozen, but she didn't dare to offend the only supporter in front of her, so she kept winking at the matchmaker.
The matchmaker lowered her voice and urged the bride in her ear, but the man seemed to have suddenly turned into a wood carving and clay sculpture, making no sound.
"Okay, okay, you're not too late at last?"
In the eerie silence, Li Tianshou floated over.
At the gate of the mansion, an old Taoist priest in white clothes walked with elegant steps, holding a huge wine pot in his hand, beaming with joy.
Lin Chu squinted his eyes, how much did the Northern Desert Imperial Master like Xi Chu? He had lived here for half a year, and he would go wherever there was excitement.
"It's not too late." Lin Zhi glanced at Li Tianshou: "It's just right."
Li Tianshou smiled: "That's good, that's good. Fortunately, I live up to my trust."
What I said is very profound.
"It's getting late, business is important."
Next to the matchmaker, a short, fat man with a red face frowned and shouted: "The bride hastily bid farewell to her parents and set off. We still have a lot of things to do in the house!"
"This is Wu Dazhuang, the man of Nurse Baili Yunsheng." Lin Zhi explained to Lin Chu in a low voice.
As expected!
Baili Yunsheng had never looked down on Hua Ling, and had no intention of welcoming her to the wedding in person. She only sent her own nanny's man to welcome her, which was a naked humiliation.