With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

The jeep crashed through the noise at the gate of the compound, and a crowd of onlookers surged forward.

As soon as the lead jeep came to a stop, everyone noticed that Song Bingzheng was personally greeting them at the door. Behind the old man stood Song Huaijin and Chen Guifang, while Song Huaiyuan and Yan Zhiyu stood side by side.

This wasn't a large-scale event, but it carried significant weight.

"Even Old Master Song came out in person."

"The eldest son and his wife are back too; we rarely see them."

"We've lived in this compound for decades, and the Song family has never looked so neat and tidy."

Some of the more astute among the crowd whispered among themselves—they had heard a couple of days ago that a high-ranking official had personally inquired about this marriage, and now the Song family had raised the bar to this level; the identity of this soon-to-be granddaughter-in-law must be extraordinary.

Jiang Zhiyu's identity was kept under top-secret secrecy, and few people knew it before. But with what happened today, those with discerning eyes could see the implications.

Song Yanzhou jumped out of the car, walked around to the passenger side door, opened it, and reached out to lift Jiang Zhiyu out of the car.

After Jiang Zhiyu got out of the car, she naturally took his arm.

Several childhood friends who wanted to join in the fun had been waiting for a while, and even her cousin Song Yanwei came over to add to the excitement. With a few flicks of their hands, petals and gold foil were scattered down together. The petals were picked by Song Yanwei from another courtyard early in the morning, and the gold foil was cut from wrapping paper. They were very finely shredded, and when they were scattered, they fluttered down, which really added to the festive atmosphere.

"Wow, that's pretty good at scattering."

"The Song family handled this matter very well."

Jiang Zhiyu took Song Yanzhou's arm and walked step by step into the courtyard.

Only then could one see the layout of the Song family's courtyard: several simple sheds had been erected, and two separate small sheds had been set up on either side of the center. The courtyard was filled with various potted plants that Grandpa Song usually kept, and the greenery complemented the "double happiness" character, which looked quite nice.

Simple, yet stylish.

Amidst the commotion of the crowd, the two made their way up to the second floor.

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As people downstairs took their seats, they could see that the Song family had set up a very spacious seating area today—a full twenty tables, with two additional special private rooms in the center.

Immediately afterwards, two low-profile black SUVs slowly drove into the yard.

As soon as the car door opened, several composed-looking people stepped out.

Everyone gasped – it was their old leader.

Those watching the commotion outside had no idea what was happening inside; they only saw two cars enter the yard and stop.

The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became quieter.

There weren't many people invited in to begin with, and now that their old leader had come in person, no one dared to say a word and they all took their seats.

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The wedding ceremony officially began.

Jiang Zhiyu still held Song Yanzhou's arm, and the two entered the venue steadily, one after the other.

The entire audience stood up, paid their respects to the portrait of the great man in the center, and bowed three times.

After bowing, many people couldn't help but look eagerly at the table where the old leaders were sitting.

The old leader stood up with a smile.

"I'm here today to witness the revolutionary offspring of our two revolutionary families become revolutionary partners."

"Marriage is not a private matter; it is about working together to better serve the country and the revolution."

"I hope that you will respect and love each other in the future, work diligently for the people, uphold family traditions, and carry on the original aspirations of the older generation."

As he spoke, the former leader handed the two of them two bright red marriage certificates, which looked like award certificates.

The audience erupted in applause.

Song Yanzhou accepted it with both hands, straightening his back:

"Thank you for your concern, sir."

"Yanzhou will certainly keep the teachings in mind, stay true to his principles, support Zhiyu, and live up to the expectations of the organization and the country."

The two bowed deeply to their former leader.

They turned around and bowed to each other face to face.

Jiang Zhiyu raised her head, a mischievous smile in her eyes, and reached out to take Song Yanzhou's hand.

"Commander Song, please take good care of me for the rest of my life."

The sound wasn't loud, but the people in the front row heard it clearly.

Song Yanzhou's ears turned bright red instantly, all the nervousness in his heart melted away, and his eyes shone as brightly as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Someone at the table made a low joking remark:

"Look, look, how joyous the newlyweds are!"

"We've really lucked out on this young man from the Song family."

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Next was a group photo.

Jiang Zhiyu pulled Song Yanzhou along, and then invited the Song family elders, Song Huaijin and Chen Guifang, Jiang Boxun and Su Wanqing, Qi Zhengli and Liu Hong together. She also invited the old leader, Zhuge Yunhe and others to stand in the frame.

The moment the shutter was pressed, everyone understood that the significance of this photograph would be something that most ordinary families could only dream of for several lifetimes.

After taking the group photo, everyone took their seats.

Today's meal follows the traditions of a revolutionary wedding: a simple six dishes and a soup, with everything you need, neither extravagant nor stingy.

Perhaps because of the presence of the former leader, the wedding was less festive and noisy, and instead more solemn. Everyone at the table and under the table remained respectful and dared not be disrespectful.

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The former leader and several people from the Second Administration Bureau got up and went to the two small private rooms.

Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yanzhou then followed, carrying their teacups.

The lighting in the private room was soft, and the elders sat more relaxed.

Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yanzhou, one after the other, substituted tea for wine.

"Thank you for coming in person today."

The old leader picked up his teacup, looked at Jiang Zhiyu, and smiled:

"You silly girl—if I hadn't come and joined in the fun, I don't know if I'd ever have another chance."

Jiang Zhiyu also laughed:

"Yes, I hope you live to be a hundred."

"Haha, thank you for your kind words."

The old leader took a sip from his cup, ate a couple of bites, and then got up to say goodbye.

Zhuge Yunhe and the others didn't linger either, and left with them.

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As soon as the two unassuming black SUVs left the courtyard, the atmosphere in the entire yard instantly relaxed.

The sounds of chopsticks, laughter, and toasts suddenly filled the air.

Song Yanshu was the first to approach Song Yanzhou's table with his cup in hand.

"Well done, Yanzhou. You were acting like a wooden stake in front of the old leader just now—no one's putting you down now, right?"

Song Yanzhou raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jiang Zhiyu beside him:

"Brother, you're just jealous."

"I'm jealous of you?"

"Yes! I'm jealous that you married before me."

The whole table erupted in laughter.

Jiang Zhiyu lowered her head, took a sip of tea, and didn't reply, but her eyes and brows held a smile.

The courtyard was suddenly bustling with noise, as lively as during the Chinese New Year.

A few young childhood friends and comrades were whispering among themselves! They were probably planning how to make a ruckus during the wedding night.