“Please, Mr. Xue.”
“Hahaha, Lord Nan, please, please!”
Inside the Xue family manor, Nan Hanwen and Xue Daoyong were unusually polite with each other.
Both had been through many trials in the chaotic world and were sharp-minded individuals who had come through the turbulent times.
They knew each other’s standing and loyalties in front of the founding Qin Emperor, so there was no real conflict between them.
Moreover, this visit was for a grand wedding.
A joyful time, a momentous family and national affair.
They spoke only of pleasant things, steering clear of sharp subjects, smiles beaming all around.
Yet, it seemed that in such situations, special events were bound to happen.
Just as Xue Daoyong held Nan Hanwen’s arm and they headed toward the Xue family’s inner courtyard, a commotion suddenly erupted.
Many of the Xue family’s direct descendants emerged, clustering together.
In the midst of this crowd stood a handsome-looking man, holding a lacquered box, striding forward rapidly.
This man was also from the Xue family’s main branch and stood firmly before Nan Hanwen’s group.
He bowed deeply and spoke loudly, “Xue Yuheng of the Xue family, pays respects to the old family head and to Lord Nan Hanwen.”