"Alright, let's ask this Luan Lang a simple question—a famous woman from our country's history is named Qiao Yanjun. On her wedding day, she used a whole street as her dowry, which I'm sure everyone knows. So, can you tell me the name of the younger brother of the groom that Qiao Yanjun married?"
On the fifteenth day of the fifth month in the fifty-seventh year of Yuan Feng in Qi Country, it was suitable for travel, weddings, and settling in a new house...
It probably wasn't suitable for answering questions.
The grand Imperial Court Adviser's residence was adorned with red decorations everywhere.
Outside the Yi residence, nine layers of colorful doors were set up.
Zhongxuan Sheng, dressed in a vibrant red groom's outfit, was standing at the fifth door, smiling without a trace of nervousness.
In front of him, leading the way, was Jiang Qingyang the Luan Lang, who was scratching his head in frustration.
According to the wedding customs of Qi Country.
