Luan Lang, Jiang Wuan, and Feng Niang, Li Fengyao, each recited blessings, all of which were meticulously penned by esteemed scholars, creating splendid articles.
But just as Jiang Wang earnestly and rhythmically finished reciting, a female voice suddenly called out from the crowd, "Marquis Wu'an spoke well, Marquis Wu'an, tell us another one!"
It was hard to tell which household's daughter it was.
Because soon enough, many young ladies began chattering noisily.
The courtyard was filled with joyful laughter.
"Marquis Wu'an, speak a bit more!"
"For your close friend's wedding, just these official words are not enough!"
Some young gentlemen were also blending into the noise, shouting loudly: "Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang!"
Uh, that one doesn't count.
Another voice mixed in with the crowd of young women: "Then have Li Fengyao speak again, I just love hearing her voice!"
Li Fengyao's eyes glanced over, and all the mixed voices subsided, unifying into a chorus calling for Jiang Wang.
