Then I deliberately went out of the city to find someone to calculate some auspicious dates for the bride to choose from.
Yang Chuxia and Ms. Wang took a look and chose October 18, the golden autumn harvest season, which is a very good date for a wedding.
Originally, the wedding was planned to be held at Old Muâs private residence, but after the recent honors, the Emperor granted Old Mu a State Dukeâs mansion, and this wedding could rightly be held there.
As for Luo Linhao, since he inherited the original title of the Luo family, and since the title of Marquis Wuâan already had a bestowed residence, which is the current Luo Residence, he didnât receive a new residence during the recent honors.
Their wedding preparations were in full swing, but Old Master Luo and others couldnât sit still. They hadnât split from Old Mu yet, and the wedding would not be held at the Luo familyâs ancestral home, wasnât this a slap in their face?
Thus, First Madam Luo came again.
"Is there something you need?"
Upon seeing Yang Chuxia again, First Madam Luo felt a bit awkward but still said, "I came because I wanted to say, the third branch of the family hasnât split yet, so Linhaoâs wedding should be held at the old residence."
First Madam Luo also knew they couldnât overthrow Luo Linhao and his father now, and they wouldnât succeed even if they wanted to harm them.
They sent many people to Old Mu and Luo Linhao before, but poisoning didnât succeed, and neither did assassination. Since they couldnât get rid of the father and son, they could only find ways to smooth relations with them.
Of course, it was impossible to completely remove all barriers, and both Old Master Luo and his wife knew this. So they would do their best, as long as the relationship between the two branches could be hidden from the whole Capital City, that would be enough. With Luo Linhao and his fatherâs influence, the first branch could still benefit.
But how could they show the people of Capital City that the relationship between the two branches had improved? This wedding of Linhao was an opportunity.
As long as Linhao held his wedding at the old residence, First Madam Luo would inevitably have to help entertain, and Old Master Luo would have to assist Old Mu in receiving guests. In this way, their first branch would be seen differently in the eyes of the people of Capital City.
In simple terms, the first branch wanted to borrow the influence of the third branch during Linhaoâs wedding.
"Itâs not for me to decide where itâs held," Yang Chuxia said, "I only care about where the brideâs side holds the wedding, as for the groomâs side, thatâs their matter. Whatâs the use of telling me?"
First Madam Luo was momentarily speechless, then forced a smile and said, "I heard that this wedding is hosted by you and Commandery Princess Dongyang together, so isnât it up to you two to decide where the banquet is held? I went to see Dongyang, and she said itâs up to you."
"Xiaxia, although our two families donât interact much, no matter how you look at it, the Luo Residence is Ziâanâs maternal family. If Linhaoâs wedding isnât held at the Luo familyâs ancestral home, it will inevitably seem improper to the people of Capital City, and if the old residence loses face, wonât you, being related, lose face as well?"
Speaking so submissively to Yang Chuxia, First Madam Luo could hardly maintain her composure.
If it werenât for the matter involving Linfei in Zhejiang, which Yang Chuxia knew about, she would have already put Yang Chuxia in her place during their last encounter at the palace.
And today, if it werenât for the Old Masterâs instructions before she came, and the matter involving Linfei, she wouldnât be speaking in such a soft voice.
Who knew Yang Chuxia wouldnât give her any face at all, truly having no sense of propriety, showing no respect for her elders.
"How is it up to me then?"
Yang Chuxia was sure that Dongyang wouldnât have said that.