Zhang Xia stopped walking and no longer squeezed forward.
She quietly watched the sea of people give way in front of the wedding procession, then close in again behind it, all the way to the gate of the Qi family. But in front of the Qi family gate there were no servants greeting guests, no servants scattering lucky coins—only Qi Zhong standing there alone.
Chen Ji pulled on the reins. He looked at Qi Zhong, and Qi Zhong also looked at him.
Jin Zhu stepped forward a few steps onto the stone steps and handed over the gift list. "From the Qi family, we've come to fetch the bride. The betrothal document, the gift list, the invitation with the wedding date, four bolts of black-and-red ceremonial silk, six boxes of wine and fruit—nothing is missing."
But Qi Zhong did not take it.
Jin Zhu held up the gift list, the smile still hanging on his face. "What, have we failed in our manners?"
