The wedding procession stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, but a group of young people, laughing and making noise, surrounded the groom as they walked in. The sound of men and women laughing was like a fire, instantly turning the tranquil courtyard into boiling excitement.
Tushere looked over from the door, excitedly saying, "Miss, they are here!"
"Hmm."
Shang Ruyi hurriedly raised her fan to cover her face.
The previously low mood was swept away; she nervously gripped the handle of the fan, listening to the commotion outside.
She had brought only a few people with her, and since her most capable, Tushere, was to stay in the room with her, the bridesmaids blocking the door were barely a match and almost scattered by the wedding party.
Fortunately, someone still teased loudly, "The bride is still getting dressed. Otherwise, the groom should urge her along?"
The implication was to prompt the groom's poetry for urging the bride.
