Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot
Chapter 145 - 140 Meng Xiao 9, the Governor is here to marry you

Chapter 145: Chapter 140 Meng Xiao 9, the Governor is here to marry you

A grand group of people set off to parade through the streets.

Before leaving, Qing Shuang brought Bao Shu over.

Zhang Feihu was almost blinded by the little one’s brilliance.

Treasure Piggy’s sparse baby hair didn’t allow for proper styling, not even an Immortal could manage it. So, the makeup artist brought out embroidered golden threads to tie her hair into numerous glittering little bows.

Those little bows were truly a challenge for the makeup artist.

Zhang Feihu quickly rubbed his eyes to prevent himself from actually being blinded. Then, he noticed something odd about the little one—half awake, half asleep, with an intoxicated expression, looking like she’d had one too many drinks.

"What’s wrong with her?"

Zhang Feihu asked curiously.

Qing Shuang replied, "She fainted from her own beauty."

Zhang Feihu: "..."

Bao Shu had her own carriage, which was resplendent with gold and jade. Furthermore, it was adorned with extravagant flowers she adored: peonies worth hundreds of gold each, rare varieties of golden tea flowers, Sleeping Fire Lotus that blooms for only seven days a year, and even the Ghost Orchid, the fabled king of flowers that no amount of money can buy.

Many of the flowers were out of season. No one knew what sort of sorcery the Governor Mansion’s flower gardener used to make them all bloom magnificently on this very day.

"Unbelievable! I never thought I’d see such rare varieties in my lifetime. Sleeping Fire Lotus, Ghost Orchid—my life is complete."

The speaker was a white-bearded old man leaning out from the second floor of a shop on the street.

His wife nodded repeatedly. "Indeed, I could die happy now."

"I thought you weren’t into flowers?"

He looked at his wife quizzically, only to see her staring intently at the groom in the procession.

The groom was full of vigor, riding a magnificent horse, stunningly handsome beyond reason.

"Madam!"

"What’s wrong with looking? If you can admire flowers, can’t I admire a handsome man?"

Zhang Feihu and his group drummed fervently, waking up townsfolk one after another, who cursed loudly as they got out of bed, eager to see which lunatic was disturbing the entire city so early in the morning.

However, the moment they caught sight of the groom, everyone fell silent.

The crowd couldn’t help but recall last month’s parade of the top scorers in the imperial exam. The successful candidates had also passed by on horseback, stunning half the Capital City.

But today, it felt like they were witnessing a far grander parade, as if this was the true top scorer’s celebration. For a moment, they couldn’t distinguish if the groom on horseback was the top scorer or the bridegroom.

A strange sensation crept over them—as though this honor, this moment of glory, truly belonged to him, with his triumph both on the gold scroll and in the bridal chamber.

The group had set off at dawn, and after drumming and parading through half of the Capital City, it was now noon.

Shangguan Ling was impressed: "No wonder we started so early."

If they had set out now instead, nighttime would come before they could reach the bride’s house!

Zhang Feihu was brimming with excitement, his copper gong never ceasing. But as he drummed away, he began to notice something off.

The path ahead seemed to lead to Fengshui Alley—how did they end up here?

Zhang Feihu looked at the groom, Lu Yuan, seated on horseback. "Grand Commander, Xiaojiu’s house is ahead."

Lu Yuan replied, "I know."

Zhang Feihu thought for a moment. "Grand Commander... are we here to pick up Little Nine?"

Lu Yuan: "Mm."

Shangguan Ling thought: Bravo, he finally figured it out.

Suddenly enlightened, Zhang Feihu exclaimed, "Oh, right! On such an important day, how can we go without her? Let’s call her to join us in picking up the bride!"

Shangguan Ling’s mouth twitched hard. Zhang Feihu, Zhang Feihu—has your brain been entirely allocated for war?

Zhang Feihu happily rushed ahead to Fengshui Alley’s entrance, only to find the place absolutely packed.

He asked a young man, "Hey, buddy, what’s going on here?"

Fengshui Alley was infamous—it was considered a cursed street, avoided by townsfolk who wouldn’t even pass through, let alone gather in front of it.

The young man replied, "Someone’s getting married inside. Everyone’s here for the show."

Zhang Feihu was astonished. "What a coincidence!"

He squeezed his way through the crowd with his copper gong, finding the ground covered in red carpets and red lanterns hanging under the eaves—a sea of celebratory crimson everywhere.

The notoriously cursed Fengshui Alley suddenly seemed to have transformed from an Underworld path into a bustling gateway to the Mortal World.

"Little Nine! It’s Old Zhang here!"

Zhang Feihu swaggered his way to Meng Qianqian’s front door. He glanced at the joyous "double happiness" character pasted on the door, frowned, then muttered, "Wrong place."

He took a few steps forward. "Wait, no, this is the right place!"

He turned back, staring at the door and then at the opposite side of the street. "This is Xiaojiu’s house! What’s going on here?"

Just as he spoke, Tan’er opened the courtyard door and stepped out.

She looked Zhang Feihu up and down, especially eyeing the copper gong in his hands, and asked, "N—is this a wedding procession?"

A wedding procession? Could it be—

Zhang Feihu’s eyes widened in shock. "The bride lives here?"

Tan’er replied, "If not here, then where? N, you still haven’t answered—are you from the Governor Mansion here to pick up the bride?"