"Welcome, Mr. Xue."
"Hahaha, welcome indeed, Lord Nan!"
Within the Xue Family courtyard, Nan Hanwen and Xue Daoyong displayed mutual respect. Both were seasoned figures, having emerged from turbulent times, understanding well each other's status and stance with the founding Emperor Qin. They inherently had no conflicts.
Moreover, this occasion was for the grand wedding.
Auspicious time and splendid scenery, matters of national significance.
They only spoke of pleasant topics without delving into sensitive issues, maintaining cheerful expressions. Yet, it was under such circumstances that unique situations often arose. Just as Xue Daoyong held Nan Hanwen's arm to head towards the inner courtyard of the Xue Family, a commotion arose.
Many direct descendants of the Xue Family came out, gathering together.
Amongst them was a rather handsome man, holding a box, striding forward.
This man was a direct descendant of the Xue Family and stopped before Nan Hanwen's group.
