After attending Yan Zisheng's wedding banquet, the Song Mansion began to tense up because in a few days, it would be Fourth Master's wedding.
From the masters to the servants, everyone in the mansion was nervous. The entire estate was bustling, and the banquet utensils had already been taken out from the storage room and polished to a bright sheen.
Some decorations that weren't usually seen were also put out. In the garden, florists sent over many potted plants, and the gardener arranged the garden beautifully.
The whole mansion was busy, except for the groom himself, who was being dragged by young servants and seamstresses, yawning as he tried on his wedding attire leisurely.
"Didn't we already try this on? Why do we need to try it again?" Song Zhiyu looked down at the people around him impatiently.
Si Xi replied irritably, "Fourth Master, you've been eating and drinking well these days. What if the wedding attire doesn't fit?"
