"Yes, Chief!"
"I'll head back to camp first."
Xia Hong left a word, then turned around and walked straight out of the house. As he reached the door, he seemed to remember something, turned back, and said to Yue Feng, "Oh right, remember to go back on the eighth. There's a lively event in the valley waiting for you all."
The eighth, a lively event?
...
First Year of the Great Xia, May eighth
The last half hour before dawn.
Usually, at this time, everyone just returned and was preparing to rest.
But today was different. In the valley, three bonfires were lit, and the wooden houses were brightly illuminated, with people coming and going, bustling with excitement.
"The wedding procession is coming, the wedding procession is coming..."
A loud voice echoed through the wooden building, and many people rushed eagerly to the third floor upon hearing it.
Room No. 96 on the third floor, west side.
Xiao Kangcheng and Lin Lan, along with their son Xiao Hen, stood at their door.
