Daybreak was gradually lighting up the sky, with the pale glow of dawn spreading in the east.
On the gate of Feng Mansion, several strings of red lanterns hung high, strikingly conspicuous.
Inside Feng Mansion, both the main and the second branches were brimming with joy.
Feng Zhanlian, whose reputation was pierced by Feng Bailing at the Xia He Banquet, seemed to have a completely different demeanor today.
His face beamed with happiness, the fine satin garment accentuating the rosy hue on his cheeks.
Just thinking that today Feng Bailing would have to admit in front of everyone that she stole his poetry, Feng Zhanlian felt an overwhelming surge of excitement.
Aunt Xue too was all smiles, temporarily putting the matter of Feng Ruoyan's marriage out of her mind.
"Move swiftly."
