It's the peak of wedding preparations, and the entire Red Tide City has become busy.
The main street is already adorned with red and white ribbons and feather lamps, children running around, peddlers' cries and blessings echoing, even the cold wind carries a touch of joy.
But as the central figure of this wedding, the Red Tide Lord, Louis Calvin, was not immersed in it.
He was flipping through a thick stack of gift lists in his hand, not a trace of the relaxation a groom should have on his brow, but only the habitual suppression of fatigue and alertness.
To avoid attracting attention from the Imperial Capital, Louis deliberately tightened the guest list at the start of the wedding announcement.
He limited participation to "direct family and the Duke's circle," even refusing visits from other Northern lords.
But the Northern Lords have always valued "ceremonial appearance," even if they do not come in person, they will send gifts to save face for the Calvin and Edmund Families.
