July 5th, a most auspicious day for weddings.
Gongs and drums beat as the path was cleared on both sides, the road lined with townsfolk gathering to watch the lively spectacle.
Yang Yizhi, dressed in a red robe and mounted on a horse, led the front of the procession, closely followed by the bridal sedan chair. The remarks shouted by the onlookers along the way were entirely lost on him; right now, he felt like a duck pushed onto a perch—not quite repulsed, but certainly far from overjoyed. This was a duty he was expected to fulfill, so he had simply gone and fulfilled it.
Chapter 363