Forty-eight trays of betrothal gifts were carried out of the door, parading through the streets, quite ostentatious.
On the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, the Heir of Duke Chong stood by the window, seeing the procession delivering the betrothal gifts from afar.
He curled his lips into a sneer.
Steal away his woman?!
He wanted Dongxiang Marquis Mansion to lose face!
When the procession came closer, he moved his hand.
Someone in the dark lit firecrackers and threw them into the procession.
Crackling sounds filled the air, making people's hearts jittery.
However——
The firecrackers exploded, yet the procession remained unperturbed.
Could the servants from Dongxiang Marquis Mansion be disturbed by a few firecrackers?
Stepping over the firecrackers, the procession marched on in perfect order, earning applause from the crowd.
The Heir of Duke Chong clenched his fists in anger.
A servant came in and said, "Young Master, what should we do next?"
