The procession was grand, Chen Mo rode on horseback, a large red ribbon was tied to his chest, occasionally turning back to glance at the elaborately decorated wedding sedan.
Whether in his past life or this one, it was his first marriage, and he felt a bit nervous in his heart, though outwardly he remained as composed as an old dog.
The townsfolk, who had picked up the wedding money, did not hesitate in their words of praise, congratulating Chen Mo on his grand wedding.
The dowry accompanying Wu Xin'Er was much greater than the gifts Chen Mo offered, box after box of fine silk textiles, crates of brand new copper coins, jewels, and various gold and silver utensils filled dozens of carts.
The bride price offered by Chen Mo was already substantial, yet it was only half of Wu Family's dowry, indicating the wealth of Wu Family.
It is no exaggeration to say that Wu Xin'Er's dowry was enough for Chen Mo to lead an army northward once more.
