Duke Song was stern and unyielding. Ever since he was demoted and left Chang'an, he never set foot in Chang'an City again. This time, it was Xiao Song who personally went to invite him back.
By mid-March, the weather had already started to warm up, and Ran Yan, dressed in layer upon layer of ceremonial clothing, began to feel sweat trickling down her back. It was rare for the people of Tang to marry in the summer, which is hardly surprising that the Xiao family was so eager to arrange the wedding. If they missed the spring, they would have to wait until the late fall, by which time Xiao Song would already be twenty-eight. In ancient times, a twenty-eight-year-old man without a wife or children was not just pitiable; it was a tragedy.
Xiao Song's residence was very close to that of Xiao Ruizhi, and they arrived in just over a quarter of an hour.
