The main hall would soon be used for wedding ceremonies, so everyone entered a side hall.
It's relatively quiet here, not as noisy as outside.
Everyone took their seats, and Zheng Borong, as the host, naturally sat in the main seat.
Sitting next to him was Yi Hao, and behind him was Ye Yuxi.
The head of the Wang family looked at Ye Yuxi with a smile, and then looked at Zheng Borong: "Mr. Zheng, is this young lady from your house? She looks unfamiliar. Don't you want to introduce me to her?"
"Yes, old master, please introduce us."
Everyone agreed.
Several people present saw Ye Yuxi's identity, and now they had no choice but to pretend not to know.
"Well... Miss Ye, everyone is more interested in you. You see..." Zheng Borong looked at Ye Yuxi respectfully.
Ye Yuxi smiled slightly and stood up from the chair, "The little girl Ye Yuxi is the leader of the Scarlet Enchantress mercenary group. The bride that Master Zheng married this time is my good sister. Speaking of which, she is my natal family member." people."
"So that's the case… "
"She is from the Bloody Enchantress Mercenary Group."
Everyone folded their hands to reminisce, and some people whispered from time to time.
A few people chatted without saying a word, most of them talking about innocuous polite words, and many of them were talking about Yi Hao's horse.
Several family heads wanted to praise Yi Hao's alchemy skills to the heavens.
Yi Hao was a little embarrassed to look at Ye Yuxi.
Ye Yuxi was very calm. She would take a sip of tea from time to time. She would respond with a few words when someone asked. If anyone bothered her, she would sit there and think about how to solve the problem when the Zhao family came.
It was almost a good time, but nothing was happening outside.
The old housekeeper of the Zheng family walked in quickly and reminded Zheng Borong in his ear: "Old master, it will be a good day in less than an hour. You and the other heads of the family, please move to the main hall."
Zheng Borong smiled and waved, his eyes passing across Ye Yuxi's face inadvertently.
Ye Yuxi nodded gently.
"Everyone, it will be time for Haopeng to worship in a moment. Let's stop sitting here and go outside to take a look." Zheng Borong stood up first.
The family heads exchanged congratulatory greetings again, and everyone left the side hall.
With the prestige and financial resources of the Zheng family, there were hundreds of tables for the wedding banquet, and the courtyard was filled with wine tables.
Many people have already sat down, and Zheng Tianhe is socializing inside.
When Ye Yuxi came out, she deliberately slowed down her pace and fell behind the crowd.
The shadow on the side walked lightly behind Ye Yuxi, "Miss, the spy just came to report that the head of the Zhao family and a few masters are heading this way. They should be there in a moment."
"I know, keep an eye on those people outside. If you really want to take action, you can't let them rush in." Ye Yuxi's lips twitched slightly and she stepped up to keep up with the crowd in front.
In the hall, a one-and-a-half meter high Chinese character "囍" hangs in the middle, wrist-thick red candles, and melon and fruit refreshments are also stamped with the Chinese character "Happiness". Everything is festive.
After everyone had been doing this for a while, they suddenly heard the housekeeper shouting outside: "Zhao Minghui, the head of the Zhao family, has come to congratulate me -"
Ye Yuxi's eyes flashed, she was finally here!
Everyone else in the hall was stunned and looked at Zheng Borong. Everyone here knew about the grievances between the Zhao family and the Zheng family.
If the Zhao family came to congratulate them, no one would believe it.
Dozens of family heads cast their eyes on Zheng Borong, wondering how Zheng Borong would resolve the matter.
Zheng Borong, with a ruthless look in his old eyes, had just stood up when Zhao Minghui's voice sounded outside the door.
"Old Patriarch Zheng, you are all well. I heard that your grandson is getting married today. Someone from Zhao came over to ask for a wedding drink. Will Old Patriarch Zheng kick us out?" Zhao Minghui stood at the door, looking at Zheng Borong with a sinister smile on his face.