The Duke residence was alive again.
But this time—
Not with laughter alone.
With preparation.
With urgency.
With celebration.
—
Servants moved swiftly through corridors, carrying fabrics, trays, scrolls, and decorations.
The sound of footsteps echoed endlessly.
Lanterns were being polished.
Silks were being hung.
Courtyards were being cleaned again and again.
—
The upcoming banquet was not just any gathering.
It was the official announcement of Lian Rou and Chen Ruyi's marriage.
—
And because of that—
Everything had to be perfect.
—
In the outer courtyard—
The Duke supervised arrangements personally.
"No mistakes."
"Check the seating again."
"Make sure the guest list is accurate."
—
His voice was calm.
But firm.
—
The Duchess, on the other hand, managed the inner preparations.
"Flowers should be fresh."
"Change these drapes."
"Bring the embroidered cloth from storage."
—
Servants hurried to obey.
—
Lian Hua ran from one place to another—
