The sun was high in the sky by the time the wedding procession finally, and tardily, arrived.
At the head of the procession was the groom, clad in wedding attire and adorned with a red flower.
Ji Liantang was riding a borrowed mule, and his expression was a little off, but no one was paying him any mind at the moment.
Behind him was the bride's sedan chair.
A sedan chair! In the countryside, most brides rode a donkey or an ox to their wedding; some even walked to their in-laws' home on their own two feet. A wealthy family really was something else. Not only did the bride get a sedan chair, but it was also much larger than a typical one.
But the chair bearers didn't seem to be holding up well. They panted and gasped with every step, sweat streamed down their faces, which were flushed the color of pig liver.
Everyone thought, 'I wonder what kind of wood that sedan is made of. It must be incredibly heavy. Look how exhausted it's making them.'
