The celebratory procession set out from the Ministry of the Imperial Household, making its way towards the Marquis Zhongyong Mansion with fanfare along the way.
At the entrance of the Marquis Zhongyong Mansion, the guests were abundant, and the sound of congratulations was deafening. The red silk under the eaves fluttered like waves, and large amounts of wedding coins were thrown onto the street by the retainers, prompting the townsfolk and children to scramble for them.
Gu Fuju stood at the doorway, not dressed in the official uniform, yet exuding a commanding presence that brought awe without anger. His eyes were calm, as tranquil as an undisturbed ancient well.
The guests who arrived to congratulate the Duke Zhongyong all approached to greet him with respect.
"Lord Grand Tutor."
Gu Fuju merely nodded in response, saying nothing.
The Duke Zhongyong's face was almost frozen from smiling too much.
He approached Gu Fuju.
"Are you stealing my thunder here?"
