Fang Che's gaze was as sharp as a blade as he looked towards the Tang family, and solemnly said, "Blessings to Tang Zheng and Little Mei, from this life to the next, joined in the Yuan Alliance, never to be separated. May they grow old together in their next lives, as loving couples, with harmony in their household!"
Tang Zheng's mother burst into tears, nearly fainting.
"This old woman... agrees!"
Tang Zheng's mother wailed, "My son... your mother agrees, your mother agrees! Your mother... was wrong."
Amidst the mournful cries.
Fang Che raised his glass, "Brother Tang Zheng, congratulations to you... for fulfilling your wish, becoming a Guardian, a Guardian of the Great Hall Deacon, congratulations, rising to Silver Star; blessings for a happy marriage! Bless you... on your journey!"
He drank half the cup in one gulp.
The remaining half was gently sprinkled on the ground.
Everyone followed suit simultaneously.
Instantly, the hall was filled with the fragrance of wine.
