"Alright, everyone, stop it." Commandery Princess Dongyang spoke up, "Yangyang, you head home first, donât come again next time."
As she said this, she winked at Yangyang and whispered to Ye Haoyang, "Your Uncle Mu is here every night to watch over."
Ye Haoyangâs face darkened; him keeping vigil every night, was he afraid the flowers would be stolen by pigs?
Ugh... Ye Haoyang muttered under his breath, and greeted Mu Shaoling with folded hands, "Uncle Mu, Iâm heading off now, take it easy, try not to get too angry, lest it delays my wedding."
"This brat!" Mu Shaoling flung a whip, only to hit the leaves of the flower bed. "I said he shouldnât marry so early, yet you insisted! This kid wishing me dead, should just let him be a monk for two more years."
Afraid he would be angered? Itâs more like afraid heâd be angered to death, then Huarong wouldnât be able to marry.
"Enough." Dongyang didnât enter Huarongâs room but led him out of Mu Huaenâs courtyard, whispering, "Yangyang has had high standards since he was young, and heâs accomplished so much in recent years, relying on himself to rise step by step. But our Huarong, weâve always treasured her, and now she isnât the young, pretty girl she once was. Yangyang didnât disdain Huarong at this point, even stood up for her, showing heâs sincere towards her. Since heâs sincere, why continue to make trouble? If you chase him away, what will Huarong do then?"
Mu Shaoling snorted through his nose, not agreeing with Commandery Princess Dongyang at all.
No matter what, his daughter was the apple of his eye, sheâd be a match for anyone.
"Whatever the case, until theyâre married, they shouldnât meet, itâs the tradition." Mu Shaoling said stubbornly, "Is there any tradition left? Our Mu Family is a household that adheres to traditions."
"Alright, we know youâre upset, unwilling to part with your girl." Commandery Princess Dongyang said, chuckling, "But Huarong will have to wed sooner or later; you canât keep her at home forever, right?"
Of course not, Mu Shaoling thought, he had no problem taking care of his daughter forever, Chengcheng surely wouldnât either, but once Chengcheng got married, whether his wife would accommodate Huarong was uncertain.
Thinking about it, he conceded to Commandery Princess Dongyangâs words.
"Now we only have this one daughter, always wishing the best for her." Commandery Princess Dongyang said faintly, as for Huarong... sigh, letâs leave it at that...
Once the parents and Ye Haoyang left, Mu Huaen emerged from the inner room, her face blushing bright red.
Seeing Brother Ye Er was really nice.
Since the wedding date had been set, she hadnât seen Brother Ye Er for days; truthfully, she missed him quite a bit.
"Miss..."
"Miss, Young Master Ye Er has already left."
Zhuanâer saw her standing under the window, grinning foolishly, and couldnât help but remind her.
Interrupted from her thoughts, she playfully scolded the maid, "You talk too much."
"Hehe..."
In the blink of an eye, it was September 20th, the wedding day of Ye Haoyang and Mu Huaen.
The entrance of Prince Anâs Mansion was bustling with activity, a lively scene.
Yang Chuxia and Ye Ziâan got dressed early, preparing to welcome todayâs guests.
This was the first wedding banquet for the younger generation of the Ye Family, Yang Chuxia could not afford to overlook it.
The ceremony space was arranged in the main hall, the banquet in the Hua Garden with the connecting garden area.
Originally, Ye Ziâan wanted to hold the second sonâs wedding at Marquis Changningâs Mansion, but Ye Haoxuan disagreed.
With parents unmarried, separating households, if the younger brother went to Marquis Changningâs Mansion to host his wedding banquet, wouldnât that mean separating him from the family?