Chapter 98: Major Event at the Prince's Mansion

The most important moment in a man's growth is his marriage.

Only after experiencing marriage can a man be considered truly grown, truly matured.

And the Heir Apparent is also about to take on his responsibility in these events.

The Heir Apparent has grown up in the blink of an eye.

In the time of the Old Prince, the Prince Pingxi's Mansion was always at its glorious peak.

As for now, it will be taken over by the Heir Apparent.

Of course, Deng Jian understands in his heart that it's not about how much glory the Heir Apparent has, but about seeing the Heir Apparent spend his life in peace.

With this consideration, Deng Jian walked to the gate of the Prince's Mansion and bowed to the officials sent by the Ministry of Rites to prepare and conduct the wedding.

At the same time, he took out several large red envelopes and handed them over.

"You've all worked hard."

After Deng Jian's courtesy, the Ministry of Rites officials, although also polite and returned the salute, also accepted the red envelopes.

But it's clearly visible that their faces seem somewhat unnatural.

These days, helping the Prince Pingxi's Mansion prepare the wedding, they have become quite familiar with the matter.

Originally, these Ministry of Rites officials had no need to meddle in the affairs of the Prince Pingxi's Mansion.

But now, as these matters have proceeded to this point, they cannot avoid facing them.

Deng Jian is loyal to the Prince's Mansion, and they can see that.

Moreover, Deng Jian treats them very well, so for them, this matter still leaves them somewhat uneasy.

"Steward Deng, the time is not early now, but no gift has arrived yet."

The Ministry of Rites official lowered his voice to give a reminder.

Upon hearing the Ministry of Rites official's words, Deng Jian was slightly startled, but immediately returned to his normal state, showing a smile.

"This grand wedding was already set long ago."

"The palace also places great importance on it; now, it should be in preparation."

"These matters need not be rushed, nor can they be rushed."

Deng Jian spoke with a smile, but the Ministry of Rites official glanced at him, wanting to speak but holding back.

How could these matters possibly be overlooked?

Under normal circumstances, various officials would have already sent gifts by letter.

This is the Prince Pingxi's Mansion; according to its status and rank, gifts should already be piled high.

Even if some officials are busy, if they don't come in person, the gifts certainly have arrived.

This is etiquette, and also the way people interact.

This point absolutely cannot be ignored, nor can it be avoided.

Moreover, one must know that among this grand wedding, there is an even more important member of the imperial family.

Speaking of this, it cannot simply be thought that time is not waiting or that it was forgotten.

Such a matter can only be said that the Heir Apparent's wedding, these officials, never even considered coming.

"Rest assured, they will definitely come."

As the words fell, Yang Jun stepped out.

Dressed in a bright red groom's attire, Yang Jun also appeared joyful and noble.

Of course, he is not burly; this groom's outfit makes him look like a scholar, adding a sense of steadiness and high spirits.

"Your Highness, the Heir Apparent..."

Upon seeing him, Deng Jian immediately bent over to bow.

Yang Jun stepped forward, extended his hand, and supported Deng Jian.

"Thank you, you've worked hard."

A low sentence, Deng Jian's eyes turned red, his eye sockets moist.

"Not hard, not hard..."

"It's still my fault as an old servant for not notifying properly."

Deng Jian stared at the blank gift list, letting out a long sigh.

When has the Prince Pingxi's Mansion ever faced such a great neglect?

At this moment, his eyes hold a feeling of being wronged.

"It's fine; it's giving them face to not have face, then so be it, let's not."

Yang Jun smiled slightly, reached out and patted Deng Jian's shoulder.

At this moment, his voice is somewhat hoarse and low; his gaze sweeps over, like winter's severe frost, capable of completely erasing everything.

Yang Jun naturally understands that Deng Jian has always hoped to see the Prince's Mansion prosperous one day.

These days, Deng Jian's efforts and hard work have also been seen by him.

But today, the Prince's Mansion is lit with lanterns and decorated, yet the scene is cold and deserted.

These officials seem to be avoiding the Prince Pingxi's Mansion like snakes and scorpions.

Yang Jun doesn't need to think much to know this.

Officials can have excuses not to come, but which official doesn't have family?

Is there even a single person among them who has come?

In his heart, Yang Jun actually had no expectations for this grand wedding at first.

It's only Yun Xiyue's change that makes this wedding also not something to skip.

But he never expected that, right from the start, it would be completely targeted and left out in the cold.

This situation feels truly unpleasant.

Alright, I'll go greet the newcomers first.

Yang Jun, calm-faced, placed the wrapped Overlord Sword onto the horse's back.

After mounting, Yang Jun glanced back at Deng Jian.

"Guard the mansion gate, prepare food and drink!"

"This servant obeys!"

Deng Jian was especially respectful toward Yang Jun today, because from today onward, Yang Jun is an adult.

Seeing Yang Jun's mounting motion, Deng Jian's heart felt as if he saw the Prince Pingxi of years past.

Back then, the Prince rushed to the battlefield, appearing just like that.

Yang Jun rode ahead, wearing a big red flower on his chest.

The procession moved forward, with gongs and drums blaring and firecrackers bursting.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he merely gripped the hilt of the Overlord Sword tightly.

Though he spoke not a word, he appeared all the more composed and dignified.

For him, everything that follows must be dealt with seriously and carefully, without any slack.

Inside the Imperial Palace, likewise, smoke swirled.

Yun Fengyun held a stick of incense, inserted it into the great cauldron inside the ancestral temple, praying for the prosperity of Daxia's national fortune.

The Daxia Princess's grand wedding is a major event closely tied to the nation's fortune.

Therefore, nothing can afford to be lost; these matters must be carried out completely and with utmost care.

Yun Xiyue also wore her wedding attire, all in fiery red.

Her gorgeous, boundless self sat kneeling on the mat.

Each of Yun Fengyun's prayers intensified her longing.

Today, he will ride a tall horse, dressed in red and adorned.

Having come to the inner Imperial Palace, he will bring himself back to their true home!

This grand wedding is also extremely important for Yun Xiyue.

The nation's fortune is linked to the grand wedding, which must be carried out.

From Yun Xiyue's perspective, it is the result of her and Yang Jun's mutual affection.

The Yun Clan Imperial City demands prosperity of the nation's fortune, while she wishes for her and Yang Jun's feelings to align, enabling them to share the promised happiness.

These are her expectations, and also her wishes.

Yang Jun, this man misunderstood by others, still entered her heart.

Yun Xuanmo now kneels together with several royal siblings inside the ancestral temple, wailing loudly.

Yun Xiyue, the beloved younger sister of all, is about to marry, and she is marrying Yang Jun, that bastard.