Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 365: Capital

Early in the morning, the entire Tang Mansion was immersed in a sea of red.

The number of people who came to offer congratulations was beyond count, as Tang Wan was helped into the bridal sedan chair, crying, assisted by Hua Ling and the matchmaker.

The people of the Tang Mansion were all outside, bidding farewell.

Shen Qinglan, dressed in light blue, sat on horseback alongside Duan Yunfei, following behind the wedding procession with Le Zhao and a few others.

Ding Xuan’s lingering gaze wandered over Duan Yunfei’s handsome face, until the maid beside her urged her that it was time to leave, only then did she withdraw her gaze and board the carriage.

The Magistrate of Tang was marrying off his daughter, and apart from the guests, many commoners lined the streets to watch as well.

The maids on either side carried flower baskets, occasionally tossing handfuls of wedding candies and copper coins to both sides, allowing the commoners to scramble for them. There was a constant hustle and bustle all along the way, which only dissipated after leaving the Prefecture.

"That Yan Yijie, once we return to the Capital, I must get back at him eight or nine times!" Le Zhao said with a face full of discontent, "I am, after all, a distinguished guest at the Yan Mansion, and now I’ve been reduced to a mere guard, it’s simply outrageous!"

Duan Yunfei chuckled, "I won’t argue with that, eight or nine times is really too few, it should at least be twenty times."

"You have a point," Le Zhao laughed, "That guy, even though he isn’t short of money at home, he’s incredibly tight-fisted. Every time we go drinking, I have to foot the bill, he’s a typical penny-pincher."

Duan Yunfei raised an eyebrow, "Who’s to blame that you’re the son of the richest family in the Capital?"

Le Zhao snorted coldly, "That’s just a title, who could be richer than you, Duan Yunfei?"

Duan Yunfei smiled calmly, "But it’s your Le Mansion that’s famous for its wealth, not our Yongning Manor."

Le Zhao was frustrated and said no more.

The official road was a bit desolate, the trees on both sides had turned completely yellow, and as the wind swept by, the leaves rustled to the ground, some trees even had just a leaf or two left battling against the autumn wind.

Shen Qinglan reached out and caught a leaf, idly playing with it in her hand.

"This leaf is quite beautiful!"

At some point, Le Zhao had also caught a few leaves in his hand.

Xuan Ming suggested, "Young Master Le could collect a few and make bookmarks out of them."

"No need!" Le Zhao spread his hands, letting the yellow leaves in his hand go with the wind, "I have a flower garden in my yard, my bookmarks are made from flowers."

"Speaking of bookmarks..."

Duan Yunfei looked at Shen Qinglan and said, "My dear, when do you plan to publish your Journey to the West story?"

This trip to the Capital, they had already missed many episodes of the story and wondered when they would have the chance to catch up.

Shen Qinglan discarded the leaf in her hand, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Very soon."

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Third day of the ninth lunar month, Capital.

Compared to the crisp autumn air at the Xiuying Mansion, September in the Capital was cold and dry.

Because entering the city required inspection, many merchants unloaded their goods at the gate, there were many carriages and people going in and out of the city.

The emblem on the carriage spared the wedding procession from inspection by the soldiers.

Looking at the grand and majestic gate before them, Shen Qinglan felt a sense of light at the end of the tunnel.

By counting the days, her parents should have arrived a few days earlier than them, because along the journey, the men carrying the bridal sedan chair needed rest, so they were delayed by a few days.

"Alas—" Le Zhao sighed faintly, "After being away for so many days, I’ve finally returned!"

Duan Yunfei raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise, did you plan to leave the Capital forever?"

"Not at all!" Le Zhao said, "No matter how bad it is here, it is still my home."

"Should we continue following the wedding procession?"

After entering the city, Xuan Ying asked.

"No need!" Duan Yunfei said, "With the Prime Minister’s Mansion’s guards escorting, nothing should go wrong."