Gao Fusheng is a full twelve years plus three ahead of Su Jingchen, already twenty-five years old.
With someone of Gao Fusheng's age, he should have been married long ago, but Gao Fusheng was a stubborn sort.
He swore not to get married until he passed the Scholar exam.
Fortune finally smiled on him, and this autumn, Gao Fusheng barely made it as a Scholar, finishing last on the list.
Had Gao Fusheng kept failing the exam, given the Gao family's wealth, he wouldn't have landed such a wealthy young bride at his age as an old Scholar.
"Your hand... is it better?"
"Hand?" Yu Xiaolian showed her hand to Su Jingchen, "It was just a splinter, it hasn't hurt for ages."
Yu Xiaolian's body had a very low sensitivity to pain, if she felt pain, it must be one that is unbearable to ordinary people.
Seeing everyone ushering the groom to the backyard, Yu Xiaolian pulled Su Jingchen to join in the fun.
