Chapter 299: Happy Event
Pei Yan was baffled, her eyes dazed.
Pei Yun’s heart stirred, and she exchanged a glance with Pei Qinghe: “You want to advance the wedding date?”
Pei Qinghe raised her brows with a smile: “My parents gave birth to me, but Pei Yun knows me.”
Cook the rice directly into cooked rice, completely dispelling Emperor Jian’an’s delusions!
Only then did Pei Yan react, grinning: “Such a great idea, how didn’t I think of it.” She was also somewhat regretful: “The time is so rushed and urgent, and it’s in Liaoxi City, so the happy event can only be kept simple.”
Pei Qinghe smiled: “Desperate times call for desperate measures, we can’t worry about those now. By the way, how about you two also hold your happy events together?”
Pei Yan being a bit younger was fine, but Pei Yun was three years older than Pei Qinghe. Originally, it should have been one happy event after another. Now there wasn’t that much time, so they might as well hold them together.
Pei Yun smiled and nodded: “That works. Sisters taking sons-in-law together would also be a good story when it spreads.”
Since Pei Yun had nodded, Pei Yan had no objections and nodded repeatedly.
Marriage is a big deal, so they had to ask the sons-in-law’s opinions. Pei Qinghe sent someone to call over Shi Yan, Bao Hao, and Yang Huai, inquiring if they were willing to advance the wedding date.
It was simply a happy event falling from the sky!
The shrewd and capable Steward Shi grinned like a fool: “I’ll listen to the general.”
Bao Hao was still a bit shy, quickly glancing at Pei Yun before nodding vigorously.
Yang Huai was overjoyed, striding quickly to Pei Yan’s side and showing with his actions his determination to marry into the family immediately.
“Then it’s decided!” Pei Qinghe made the final call: “Immediately prepare the wedding banquet.”
Time was urgent, the sooner the better.
Shi Yan had no time to gaze lovingly at his general, immediately getting busy.
Holding a happy event in the barracks, the ceremony could be simpler, but nothing essential could be missing. They needed to prepare the wedding hall and new house, various things for Worship the Hall, and also a sumptuous wedding banquet for everyone in the barracks. Shi Yan wished he could live in the storeroom to get everything done.
Pei Qinghe wrote a personal letter and had it sent back to Pei Family Village for her mother Madam Feng.
Song Dalang, who had originally planned to set off, saw such excitement and refused to leave, simply staying behind.
Yang Hu looked at his cousin Yang Huai, who smiled brightly every day, feeling so sour he was about to bubble over, and full of reluctance: “After the wedding banquet, you’ll be a Pei Clan son-in-law and stay with the Pei Family Army from now on. We’ve been together day and night for so many years as brothers, and now we’re going to part.”
Yang Huai knew Yang Hu all too well, smiling as he glanced over: “Do you also want to hold a happy event together?”
Yang Hu’s eyes lit up, grabbing Yang Huai’s wrist: “Do you think it’s possible?”
Yang Huai rolled his eyes: “Pei Yan and I settled our engagement long ago, Steward Shi has been waiting silently, and Bao Hao has waited the longest, over six years. Even so, it’s only because the Son of Heaven keeps making foolish moves that the general decided to hold the wedding banquet early.”
“Have you gotten engaged to Pei Zhi? Sent betrothal gifts? Signed a marriage certificate?”
Three questions in a row left Yang Hu ashamed and silent.
“With nothing at all, you want to marry a Pei miss, you’ve got some nerve.” Yang Huai mocked him mercilessly.
Yang Hu was in the wrong, his voice much smaller: “I didn’t think it through. After the happy event, I’ll go propose marriage to the general.”
“That’s more like it! To marry a wife, you have to bow your head and sincerely seek to marry her.” Yang Huai reached out and slapped him hard, nearly knocking Yang Hu down: “Remember to prepare plenty of betrothal gifts.”
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The good news that General Pei was getting married quickly spread through the barracks, and everyone was full of joy, eagerly waiting to attend the wedding banquet.
Meng Dalang, who had been lying on his sickbed recovering from injuries, secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the good news.
Emperor Jian’an had lost his mind and insisted on bringing Pei Qinghe into the palace as Imperial Consort. The two imperial envoys hadn’t even reached Pei Qinghe before they were killed by bandits. Emperor Jian’an, whose head was clouded by rage and jealousy, this time actually sent Chancellor Pang and Commander Gao.
Meng Dalang’s first reaction upon learning of this was, it’s over! The Son of Heaven won’t give up until he sees the Yellow River; this would lead to them clashing until their heads were broken and bloodied, turning against each other!
Fortunately, General Pei had no intention of continuing to kill, and used a relatively tactful method to give the Son of Heaven a way out.
Meng Dalang summoned his confidant personal soldier and had the personal soldier take dictation to write a letter to Meng Liulang. In the letter, he specially instructed Meng Liulang to be cautious in handling matters, not to act impulsively or get hot-blooded, to be vigilant and keep his distance from Zhang Father and Son.
The earnest instructions filled three full pages.
After sending out the letter, Meng Dalang settled his mind and continued recovering from injuries.
Time passed unusually slowly amid everyone’s eager anticipation. Especially Steward Shi, who wished he could blink and it would immediately be the day of the wedding banquet.
Counting the days one by one, ten days passed.
The wedding hall was set up, the new house was prepared, and the wedding attire was rushed out. The skillful female soldiers cut many 囍 characters out of red paper and pasted them everywhere. The entire Liaoxi City was filled with festive cheer.
“General,” Pei Xuan, nimble and quick, ran over like the wind with a letter: “General, quick, look who has come!”
Pei Qinghe glanced over, both surprised and delighted, unable to restrain her excitement and joy, and ran straight over: “Mother! How did you come?”
Mother Madam Feng had actually come!
Arriving together with Madam Feng was Second Sister-in-law Mao Hongling, who had stayed behind to guard Yan Prefecture.
Madam Feng had rushed here on fast horses the whole way, her body nearly jolted apart. Upon personally seeing her daughter, all fatigue vanished, and she joyfully pulled Pei Qinghe into her embrace: “You’re getting married—such a joyous occasion. Mother is so happy, of course I had to come.”
Mao Hongling laughed from the side: “We received the news and rushed over right away. Each of us rode two horses a day, traveling eight hours, and finally made it in time.”
When Pei Qinghe had led the army to Liaoxi to fight the Xiongnu barbarians that day, someone had to stay behind to guard, and Mao Hongling had unhesitatingly taken on the heavy responsibility.
Now that the Xiongnu barbarians had been driven away, Youzhou was also at peace. Mao Hongling accompanied Madam Feng to Liaoxi City to attend the wedding banquet of Pei Qinghe and her two sisters. The hardships of the journey were not worth mentioning.
Pei Qinghe’s chest was filled with joy, she tightly hugged her mother Madam Feng without letting go, and with her other hand grabbed Mao Hongling’s hand.
Mother and consanguineous Second Sister-in-law had both come!
A handsome and clever seven-year-old boy poked his head over and shouted loudly: “Aunt, I’ve come.”
That’s right, her nephew Pei Lang, whose milk name is Little Doggy, had also come.
Nine-year-old Little Yu’er also loudly announced: “Aunt, I’ve come too.”
Pei Qinghe lowered her head, reached out and rubbed Little Doggy and Little Yu’er’s heads: “The journey by horse was so tiring, how did you two also come?”
“Aunt is getting married, of course we have to come.” Little Doggy puffed out his small chest: “I’m not tired at all.”
Little Yu’er quietly exposed him: “
Little Doggy said shamelessly, refusing to admit it: “I didn’t cry at all. You must be dreaming.”
Everyone burst into laughter.
