"Cough." Cui Wenjing interrupted the couple's loving gaze through the veil, speaking slowly, "Normally, you should be marrying Yangyang into your family, but given the special circumstances, we shall keep things simple. We have arranged a bridal chamber outside the manor, which we present to King Zhao as a separate retreat, to avoid the misinterpretation of matrilocal marriage."
This was supposed to be the traditional admonishing by parents portion of the ceremony, but old Madam Yue didn't dare make a peep, her family elders sat there like lucky charms, and Cui Wenjing didn't dare give any admonition either, so his words could only turn out this way.
Zhao Changhe said, "I had no such thoughts... Father-in-law, you are considerate."
Cui Wenjing nodded, "Earlier, during the paying of respects to the family ancestors, tradition dictates I give you a gift. The manor has been given, the rest I will send to the Capital."
Zhao Changhe: "..."
