The young man was eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a pale blue silk gown, wearing a square black hat, with a slightly dark complexion, but his features were clear and bright, and his demeanor was scholarly.
From this attire, one could tell his family was very wealthy.
Could this be Mr. Luo who is marrying into the Chai family?
They walked past the corner, the servant leading the horse onto the street, saying, "Master, shall we go check on the carriage frame crafted by Huang the carpenter? You'll be riding in it when you visit home three days after the wedding, so we can't let the shopkeeper be careless."
Mr. Luo said, "Dewang will go check, let's head straight home."
"Alright."
The street was crowded with pedestrians, those carrying poles, pushing carts, ox carts, mule carts passing by occasionally, they weren't walking fast.
