In the twenty-fourth year of Emperor Ming, on the sixth day of the eighth lunar month,
Shen Qingzhu's courtyard in Lishui Village was festooned with lanterns and decorations, firecrackers boomed, gongs and drums clamored, and the guests' voices of congratulations were ceaseless.
After the ceremony, Shen Qingzhu, dressed in red, mingled in the courtyard, unable to conceal the joyous smile on his face, drinking glass after glass of wine.
Beside him, Shen Qingfeng and Shen Qingning feared he would miss the consummation of his marriage night due to drunkenness, so they took turns blocking the drinks for him.
After making the rounds, the three of them had become quite flushed.
An elderly man passing by the gate glanced inside inadvertently, and upon seeing the guests within, his steps halted, frowning as he gazed inside, filled with confusion.
"Hmm?"
"Master, what's the matter?" Sun He asked the old man, puzzled.
