In the blink of an eye, another month had passed.
Tonight, Yongning Manor was brightly lit, filled with laughter and joy.
Fu Junyan said, "I just saw Mingyuan, and it seems that both Brother Le and Brother Xuan have really gotten lucky."
Le Zhao raised an eyebrow, "What? Are you thinking of taking him away?"
"Not a chance!" declared Xuan Ying, already flushed from drinking, "Mingyuan is my son, nobody can take him away."
Le Zhao chuckled and nodded, "Ah Ying is right, no one can take him away!"
Nearby, Madam Xuan and Luo Jing were also laughing heartily from drinking, as Duan Nian, Xuan Huan, Old Tang, Chu Wuqu, and several elders gathered to listen to the young folks next door joke around.
Of course, over there, the head elder and Chu Wuqu remained at odds, occasionally exchanging words.
Duan Yunfei had his buried wine dug up from the backyard and set it on the table, letting everyone drink to their heart's content.
