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However, Meng Fuyao raised an eyebrow and said, ”What is this, forcing me to hide around? Do I have to camp outside even in the storm? I'm not doing that!”

She pointed towards the town at a brightly decorated black and white brick house. ”It looks like a wedding is happening there? Regardless of how arrogant the Amethyst Cape Knights are, they wouldn't ruin a wedding for no reason, right? Let's go over and ask for a cup of wine!”

Meng Fuyao cracked her whip and headed towards the house. When she arrived at the door, she bowed to the beaming old man decked in red and said, ”Congratulations to you!”

”Thank you, thank you—” The old man habitually bowed. When he raised his head and saw several unfamiliar faces, he froze for a second. The town was only that big, and everyone knew each other. The old man could tell instantly that these were outsiders and quickly bowed again, saying, ”Forgive me, but you are…” Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

”Just passing through, here to celebrate with your family,” Meng Fuyao replied. Tie Cheng immediately brought forward a bag of gold.

Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes at him and thought, 'This poor fool, is he trying to create trouble for me?' She reached into the bag and pulled out a gold leaf. Offering it to the old man, she smiled and said, ”Just a small gift, hope you don't mind.”

”Aiya, I'm not worthy!” To Meng Fuyao's surprise, upon seeing the gold leaf, the old man quickly pushed it back to her and said, ”If you don't mind the lack of hospitality, your presence at my son's wedding is already a great honor. How could I accept your gift, I'm not worthy, really not worthy.”

Meng Fuyao was stunned. This gold leaf was likely equivalent to three years' worth of expenditure for a regular farmer's family, yet this old man did not covet it. What a rare moment, this town indeed brought about several pleasant surprises.

Meng Fuyao stowed the gold leaf away and said, ”Then we'll have to bother you.”

”Did you miss the resthouse?” The old man said courteously, ”After having some wine, come here to rest, we don't have much, but we do have a few clean rooms.”

Meng Fuyao thanked the old man again as he called a rough-looking boy to take them in. Their appearance was greatly different from the guests and attracted several stares as they walked, and several ladies started giggling when they noticed Zhangsun Wuji and Zhong Yi.

Meng Fuyao mumbled, ”Superficial!”

Zhong Yi smiled and said, ”When will you also smile at me like this—” Meng Fuyao promptly slapped him away.

After exchanging a few lines with the rough-looking boy, she found out that this was the Li family, and that they were an honest and respectable scholar's family. Their ancestors had been officials, and they had retreated into the countryside due to their dissatisfaction with the imperial court, buying several plots of land and settling down. Now that the family's only son was having a wedding, all the neighbors in the town were invited. They were not calculative over wedding gifts and welcomed everyone even if they came with just an empty red packet. They simply wanted to share their happiness.

The boy brought them through three courtyards and straight into the main hall. There were only three banquet tables in the main hall, and a fat man with big ears was sitting at the head of one of them. The boy introduced the man as Magistrate Xian, and on both sides were the important figures of the town. As he spoke, he gestured for them to sit together with Magistrate Xian.

Meng Fuyao pulled Zhangsun Wuji and took the seat—she was used to sitting in high places, and during normal circumstances, others had to see if she was satisfied with the seat.

However, once she sat down, voices started to buzz around her—”Several common travelers, apart from being good-looking there was nothing impressive about them, how could Old Li invite them to sit at the main table! This is merely an act of courtesy from the Li Family, and if these people were perceptive enough, they would already refuse, yet they decided to just sit down like that!”

Meng Fuyao ignored the buzz of voices and stares and began to eat and drink heartily with Zhong Yi. However, Zhangsun Wuji did not drink any wine, and he looked somewhat exhausted. Meng Fuyao glanced at him worriedly, wondering if he had trained too hard.

After three rounds of wine, the bride came out to greet the guests. The bride was slender and graceful, and Meng Fuyao beamed at her approvingly. As a woman, she was appreciating another woman, and the guests that were already looking at her distastefully twisted their faces disapprovingly—this rascal, how flagrant!