Zhongzhou, at the gate of the provincial capital, a grand procession of carriages and horses entered the city, attracting the attention of all the surrounding citizens.
Meanwhile, in a street-side private room on the second floor of Sihai Restaurant, Gu Moyan was drinking wine with a troubled expression.
Seated beside him, Xiao Moan, the younger brother of the Great Grandson, found it amusing: "Seeing you like this, one might think something enormous has happened."
Gu Moyan glanced at him: "Grandfather ordered me to marry within this year. Isn't that a significant matter?"
Xiao Moan laughed: "If you ask me, you should get married. Brother Moxi's eldest son is already a year old, and Yan got married last year too. It's your turn now, isn't it?"
Gu Moyan looked distressed: "But the time is too tight. It's already March. Within these few months, where am I supposed to find a wife?"
