“Beautiful!”

Yue Qinchun said with a smile.

“So beautiful!”

Duan Liuyang gave a thumbs up.

“Sister Qiao looks like a heavenly fairy!”

Gong Xing’er jumped up in delight.

“The usual Qiao Mu and today’s Qiao Mu are like two different people.”

Gong Xinyue reached out and touched the new hairpin in Qiao Mu’s hair.

Qiao Mu turned to the side, glanced at Gong Xinyue, and turned back around.

She faced Feng Jiu’er behind her and spread her arms wide.

“Well? Compared to the sister-in-law you imagined — am I even more beautiful?

Or even more beautiful?”

Feng Jiu’er studied her for a moment, then walked over.

She crouched down in front of Qiao Mu, adjusted the hem of her skirt, and stood back up.

“‘Not bad’ doesn’t cut it — this is beyond compare.”

Yue Qinchun stepped aside to make room, and Feng Jiu’er supported Qiao Mu, walking forward.

“The timing was just right — I don’t know what Xiao Yingtao was rushing about.

Our sister-in-law is naturally gorgeous; even doing things casually turns out perfect.”

“What do you mean, ‘casually’?”

Standing on Qiao Mu’s other side, Xiao Yingtao poked her head out and looked at Feng Jiu’er.

“We all put real thought into Qiao Mu’s makeup today.”

“Weren’t you the one too nervous to sleep last night?

And now you’re putting on airs here today?”

“I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking about what to name my first nephew, okay?”

Feng Jiu’er raised an eyebrow.

“There’s less than half an hour left until the hour arrives — the wedding procession might already be waiting outside. Is everything you’re supposed to prepare ready?”

“Oh right, there’s still a lot to handle in a bit.”

Gong Xing’er was the first to react.

“Everything’s ready, but we forgot to divide up the tasks.”

“Right, we need to assign the tasks ahead of time — how did we forget something this important?”

Xiao Yingtao freed up one hand and wiped away some sweat.

Once Qiao Mu sat down at the bedside, Xiao Yingtao immediately dashed forward.

The nine girls gathered around the table nearby.

“Whoever has the most strength should be in charge of guarding the door.”

Xiao Yingtao lay sprawled over the table, pen in hand.

“Me.”

Gong Xing’er raised her hand. “I’m strong, I’ll stand at the very front.”

“Xuepiao is strong too.”

Xiao Tian glanced at Leng Xuepiao, then let her gaze fall on Xiao Yingtao.

“Xiao Yingtao is strong too, but she talks a lot, so the matter of demanding the red envelope money should go to her.”

“You can’t be serious?”

Xiao Yingtao’s mouth rounded into an “o” shape.

But soon, she blinked and pressed her thin lips together.

“Fine, the red envelope money is on me and Qinchun then — we’ve got no shame to lose anyway.”

“Sounds good.”

Yue Qinchun nodded like a little chick pecking at rice.

“And who’s doing the competitions?”

Duan Liuyang frowned. “Jiu’er and Xinyue?

I definitely can’t do it.”

“If Jiu’er goes all out, poor Xiao Jiang might not manage to marry his bride today.”

Shen Rong’er scratched her head, then finally pointed at herself.

“How about I do it — I don’t know any martial arts at all.”

“If you’re the one competing in the martial arts test, isn’t that the same as not having that event at all?”

Xiao Yingtao shook her head.

“The reason Jiu’er set these challenges is to let Xiao Jiang know that marrying our eldest sister isn’t easy.”

“But…” Shen Rong’er pressed her lips together. “It seems like I can’t really help with anything.”

“How could that be?”

Xiao Yingtao lowered her head and wrote Shen Rong’er’s name down in one spot.

“You’ll handle a competition too — we’ll add a fragrance-identifying, herb-guessing contest, and that’ll be your job, Rong’er.”

“Is there a meat-tasting, meat-identifying contest?”

Yue Qinchun looked up. “I want to join that one, I can definitely guess correctly.”

“That works.”

Xiao Yingtao nodded and wrote something else down.

“Qinchun and Rong’er, go get things prepared first — have more herbs and food made ready.”

“Mm-hm.”

Shen Rong’er and Yue Qinchun nodded and left.

Xiao Yingtao looked at the notebook she’d written in and frowned.

“For the martial arts contest, we still haven’t decided what to compete in — or we could let them set the challenge, and Xinyue will handle receiving the moves on our side.”

“That’s no problem.”

Gong Xinyue nodded.

She didn’t think much of it either — she’d just do her best.

While the women in the bridal chamber were still chattering away, outside, the scene was truly spectacular.

Eight elaborately decorated carriages stood in a row, with one guard stationed on either side of each.

In front of the city lord’s household gate, a dozen or so tall, imposing men stood in a single line, all dressed in matching colors.

The person standing in the center wore attire far more elaborate than the rest.

Feng Jiang, dressed head to toe in bright red groom’s wedding robes.

Today, he appeared a bit taller than usual, standing level with Di Wu Ya and Jian Yi beside him.

Feng Jiang was quite tall, yet still just a touch shorter than the two stunning men flanking him.

To keep her brother from losing face, Feng Jiu’er had specially modified his boots the day before.

At this moment, the three handsome men stood at nearly identical heights.

Had Feng Jiu’er seen this scene, she surely would have sighed in admiration.

Such a dashing groomsman lineup — truly not something the average person could afford to assemble.

And if Feng Jiu’er had been there, her gaze certainly would have locked onto Di Wu Ya, so rarely seen dressed this splendidly.

Her man was the pinnacle of good looks — with her man in the lineup, this groomsman party was bound to be no ordinary sight.

And indeed it was — though not only for that reason.

After all, besides the incomparably handsome Di Wu Ya, the groomsman party also included the devastatingly handsome Jian Yi.

Zhao Yusheng, Xing Zizhou, Feng Yinan, Yang Sheng, Yu Jingfeng, and three of the Twelve Feilong Riders — every single one of them was strikingly good-looking.

As the dozen-plus men walked forward together, several servants hurried out of the household to greet them.

Behind the servants, a man and a woman, both dressed magnificently, followed.

“Greetings to the groom! Wonderful, groom! Groom, please wait a moment!”

The woman walking forward was today’s wedding attendant.

She came before Feng Jiang, waving her red handkerchief, her mouth full of congratulatory words.

Once she finished, the household steward stepped forward and cupped his hands toward the dozen-plus members of the wedding procession.

“Groom, please wait a moment!”

The steward’s gaze finally settled on Feng Jiang. “The hour hasn’t arrived yet — please wait just a little while longer.”

“No matter.” Feng Jiang finally withdrew his gaze from inside the gate.

He was impatient, yet unwilling to break the proper customs.

The groom had no objections, so the rest of the group could only wait quietly.

“Who is this groom?

So handsome!”

“His brothers are handsome too! Beautiful as immortals!”

“I heard they’re from the Night Prince’s estate — not simple people at all!”

“Did you see them?

They’re so handsome!”

“This is the first time I’ve seen so many handsome men at once — and there’s even someone who rivals the Night Prince himself.”

“I always thought the Night Prince was the most handsome person in the Feng Clan, but now I see there’s someone this young and handsome too.”

“They’re all fierce warriors under the Night Prince’s command, each one more impressive than the last!”

“I don’t know about fierce, but handsome is for sure! Look at the man on the groom’s left.”

“I think the man on the groom’s right is even more handsome, equally so! I never imagined the Night Prince had so many capable men around him.”

Hearing that people from the Night Prince’s estate had come to the city lord’s household for the wedding procession, more and more onlookers gathered.

Faced with such a once-in-a-century sight, more than a few people were so excited they could barely stand still.