Blake Fuller arrived at the front gate.
"Clack—"
The gates shut with a clang, and guests within the iron gate asked the groom for red envelopes with smiles on their faces.
It was a custom, meant to stir up liveliness and joy, enhancing the atmosphere on site.
Blake Fuller looked to the side, and Claud Stuart quickly pulled out the red envelopes they had prepared in advance.
With a handful of red envelopes, without any hesitation, he tossed them into the gateway, where they scattered and fluttered down.
Claud Stuart shouted, "Everyone, don't push! There are plenty of red envelopes for all."
"If that's not enough, we have more. Now, please, let's open the door and allow our bridegroom to receive the bride."
The showers of red envelopes had their effect, and the guests blocking the first door didn't make things too difficult, allowing passage at once.
After breaching the first barrier, Claud Stuart exhaled a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat.
