In the courtyard, there was a spring jujube tree, growing out of season, and now it was laden with fruits. The tree was so full of red fruits that they were almost touching the ground.
Zhongxuan Sheng walked over, casually plucked a handful, and shared some with Jiang Wang while eating as he went.
The gardens of the Marquis of Bowang's Mansion were deep and secluded.
When Jiang Wang first arrived in Linzi, he felt as if he was seeing the sea.
Should there be a grand feast compared to the proxy marriage banquet at the Shuofang Earl's Mansion three months ago, the standards would only be higher, not lower.
After all, this was a top noble family of Daqi, now with three Marquises in their lineage, currently at their peak. They overshadowed the Bao family by far.
Of course, today was a private feast with only a few outsiders.
