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Seeing Xiao Linshuang actually hopping out from the Meng family, Lin Yuan’s eyes widened in disbelief, "Why so fast? No, why is she meddling?"

As she spoke, she was about to step forward and pull Xiao Linshuang away from stirring up trouble, but unexpectedly, her hand was grabbed by someone else.

Xia Zheng chuckled as he held on to Lin Yuan’s hand tightly, "Your little sister is playing the ’chuang qiaonianzi’ today, you shouldn’t go over there and make a mess."

Lin Yuan found herself at a loss for words and realized that she had become the one causing a disturbance in the end.

However, this ’chuang qiaonianzi’ tradition was quite interesting.

When the bride arrived at the groom’s doorstep, she couldn’t leave the sedan chair yet.

A girl, around five or six years old and dressed in fine clothing, had to come forward to greet her.

The parents of this young girl must be alive.

When she reached the bride’s side, she had to gently tug at the sleeve of the bride’s dress three times before the bride would emerge from the sedan chair.

Xiao Linshuang approached the bridal sedan, rubbing her hands eagerly. Seeing her excited little expression, everyone around laughed merrily.

"Master’s wife, come on out!" After mockingly pulling Mo Sanniang’s sleeve three times, Xiao Linshuang stepped aside and cheerfully called out to the bride inside.

Mo Sanniang suppressed a smile. If it weren’t for the matchmaker’s repeated instructions not to speak before the wedding, she would have scolded this little girl.

The ceremony hadn’t even started, and she was already calling her ’master’s wife.

’ She was curious to know who this little girl felt closer to!

With the matchmaker’s help, Mo Sanniang lowered her head and stepped down from the sedan, only to see a vermilion lacquered saddle in front of her. The matchmaker whispered in her ear, "Step over the saddle for peace and safety."

Mo Sanniang carefully stepped over it, then from beneath her red veil, she saw a foot in brand-new black boots, clearly stitched by her own hands. She didn’t need to guess—it must be Meng Liangdong.

Mo Sanniang smiled knowingly and received a red silk cloth handed to her by the matchmaker, following the groom into the house.

Knowing that it was difficult for Mo Sanniang to see the way with the red veil over her head, Meng Liangdong considerately slowed his pace, quietly guiding her where the steps and thresholds were, making the matchmaker unnecessary.

With the bride and groom entering the house, Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng also followed the crowding guests inside.

However, after only a few steps, Lin Yuan instinctively shrank her neck and looked back, feeling that someone was watching her.

Yet, when she turned around, she only saw bustling heads and brilliant smiles, unable to discern where that gaze had come from.

Seeing her uneasy expression, Xia Zheng gripped her hand tightly and asked in a deep voice, "What’s wrong?"

"It seemed like someone was watching, but there shouldn’t be any hostility." Lin Yuan took a deep breath, and turning back, her smile filled her cheeks again, "Let’s go, it might be a classmate of your sister’s."

While Lin Yuan spoke, Xia Zheng also frowned and looked around, but he did not spot any suspicious individuals. If even Xia Zheng hadn’t noticed them, it meant that either the person was a top-notch expert or they had already left.

"Lin Yi should have been with us," Xia Zheng muttered, hoping that the person had left and fearing that they might be an expert. However, considering Lin Yuan’s status, she shouldn’t attract the attention of such experts.

Lin Yuan, understanding this as well, smiled and tugged at Xia Zheng’s sleeve, "Let’s go, I must have been mistaken."

Xia Zheng nodded and led Lin Yuan into the room.

In the short time they had exchanged a few words at the door, the newlyweds were already preparing for the ceremony.

At the ceremony, there was a custom of racing to kneel first, implying that whoever knelt in front would be able to hold sway in the marriage, making the other partner listen to them.

Meng Liangdong and Mo Sanniang had just stood side by side when Liuzi, Liang Zi, and a few others began to loudly urge, "Mr. Meng, race for the front! You must be ahead!"

"If you end up behind, we’ll all look down on you, ha ha!"

"Quick, kick the cushion forward!"

Even Dawang, who was typically honest and straightforward, gave his advice, "Reach out and pull the bride’s dress, dragging her back!"

The most clever Liuzi had even stealthily stretched out his leg, nudging Meng Liangdong’s cushion forward, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

The groom’s side was making a ruckus, and the bride’s side was not to be outdone, all energetically cheering Mo Sanniang on!

But just as everyone was shouting with all their might, Meng Liangdong simply smiled innocently, deliberately pulling back the cushion that had been kicked away from in front of him and placing it even further back than Mo Sanniang’s, ignoring what Liuzi and the others said and knelt down first.