He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Wen Zhaoci was 1.89 meters tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His red robe accentuated his sharp and noble features, giving him a powerful aura that kept strangers at bay. His eyes, which looked ahead, were even more piercing.

Fu Yanchen followed closely beside him, his height of 1.88 meters not inferior at all. He was dressed in red and looked dashing. His eyebrows and eyes were gentle and handsome, full of the solemnity of about to marry his lover.

The two rode side by side, dominating the entire street and becoming the most eye-catching sight from afar.

Nan Chili followed behind the two, his 1.83-meter height making him appear significantly weaker in presence when placed between them.

He looked at the two men in front of him, who resembled top-tier male leads in period dramas, and silently complained to himself, feeling quite aggrieved.

What's going on?!

The same groom's attire, the same wedding scale, how come there's such a big difference in height and aura? He looks like a groomsman just there to make up the numbers, not a proper groom at all!

Ahead, horses' hooves lightly pounded, and red silk fluttered in the wind.

Wen Zhaoci tilted her head slightly, glancing at Fu Yanchen beside her, her voice languid and casual: "I'm having a wedding, why are you getting involved?"

He had been looking forward to his wedding for years, but these two couples completely ruined his special atmosphere.

Fu Yanchen completely ignored his childish arguing, turned around to look at the innocent-looking Nan Chili behind him, and repeated his words in a calm tone: "I'm having a wedding, what are you doing here?"

Nan Chili was stunned, looking completely innocent and wondering what had happened to her. She said, half-laughing, half-crying, "Why are you blaming me? It has nothing to do with me!"

He shrugged, quite frankly: "It's all because my wife insisted on joining in the fun with my two sisters-in-law. She said it was a rare opportunity to have a complete ancient-style wedding, with the venue in Hengdian. She said it would be comparable to a period drama or blockbuster, with an amazing atmosphere. I could only join in."

Wen Zhaoci pursed her thin lips, her tone full of disdain: "You two are really an eyesore."

Fu Yanchen, not to be outdone, retorted calmly, "Tit for tat, you're all just as annoying."

The two groups of people rode side by side, the atmosphere both childish and funny. The procession of red bridal attire, stretching for dozens of miles, followed behind, magnificent and awe-inspiring.

At this moment, the boudoir, adorned with carvings and embroidery, is warm and cozy, filled with a sweet fragrance.

Sang Jiuning, Tang Tongtong, and Su Yue stood side by side, all wearing top-quality handmade bright red wedding gowns.

The dress is covered with fine gold thread, and the phoenix tail feathers and twin lotus patterns are lifelike. The layers of the skirt are luxurious and intricate. Paired with a phoenix crown and embroidered robe made of pure gold, it is bright and beautiful, each with its own unique charm.

Tang Tongtong gently adjusted the heavy phoenix crown on her head, looking at the three almost identical figures in bright red wedding attire reflected in the bronze mirror. She couldn't help but chuckle, her tone playful: "Our wedding dresses and phoenix crowns are exactly the same. Once the veils are on, completely covering us, do you think they'll be able to tell their brides apart?"

These words instantly piqued Su Yue's playful spirit. She blinked her bright eyes, chuckled, and brimmed with mischievous ideas: "Hey? How about we have an ancient version of a mistaken marriage? We'll randomly swap grooms, give it a thrill!"

The atmosphere instantly became lively.

Sang Jiuning leaned against the window, her eyes crinkling, her tone languid and composed, with a hint of teasing: "If you really want to try, that's fine too. Anyway, if Yueyue doesn't mind during our wedding night, I don't care."

With just a few simple words, Su Yue was so frightened that she immediately waved her hands in surrender, admitting defeat in a second: "That won't do! Forget it! I won't try! None of you can covet my baby's good looks, I've set my sights on my Nan Chi Li!"

Tang Tongtong burst into laughter at Yueyue's flustered reaction to protecting her husband, her shoulders trembling slightly. "Yueyue, are you here to be funny or to get married seriously?"

"I'm just here for the fun!" Su Yue declared confidently, her eyes sparkling. "If it weren't for Ningning graduating and having this traditional Chinese wedding, which gives us such a grand spectacle, I would have had to wait at least two more years to have my own wedding with my baby. Today is just me enjoying the good fortune ahead of time!"

Amidst the laughter and chatter, Sang Jiuning raised her hand to support the phoenix crown on her head, frowned slightly, and sighed softly, "What time is it? They should be almost at the wedding venue by now, right? This phoenix crown is so heavy, it's making my neck ache."

It is truly heavy.

Tang Tongtong nodded in empathy: "That's right, the whole set is made of pure gold, not a single bit is fake. It's really beautiful, but it's also really tiring."

Upon hearing this, Su Yue decisively reached out and took off the phoenix crown from her head, casually placing it on the dressing table with a carefree attitude: "Then I won't wear it anymore, why bother with all this trouble?"

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to a tiny bundle in the corner, her eyes gleaming with interest: "I'll dress the little one in a festive outfit first, to share in the joy!"

In the corner, System 438 lay sprawled on the cushion, utterly dejected and utterly exhausted.

It's been completely under Su Yue's control lately, being dragged around and forced to wear all sorts of outfits every day, from blazers to overalls, with endless variations.

Today was even more outrageous; Su Yue actually prepared a mini matchmaker outfit for it, with red silk trim and a small red flower headdress.

438 was on the verge of tears, utterly helpless: [Human weddings are lively and fun, but can't you please stop messing with this little system?! I'm so tired, so incredibly tired.]

Before long, deafening joy and firecrackers erupted downstairs, with gongs and drums resounding and the festive sounds penetrating the entire embroidered building.

The wedding procession has arrived.

The group of relatives and friends waiting to block the door downstairs was already in place, a very large group.

Qin Ying, Lin Luoluo, and Gu Shichan, three girls, stood guard at the door of the boudoir, smiling broadly and ready for action.

The male group was even more organized, with Qin Muze, Gu Shiyan, and Jiang Shangyu standing side by side, specifically tasked with making things difficult for the groom and controlling the wedding procession, creating a truly immersive atmosphere.

Jiang Shangyu, with his sharp eyes, immediately spotted the three red figures dismounting downstairs. He raised his voice and shouted, "Don't rush in! Traditional Chinese weddings value talent. You three grooms, whoever composes a poem to urge the bride to get ready first will be allowed to escort her!"

Upon hearing this, Nan Chili, who had just dismounted, was instantly stunned, his pupils dilating in shock.

He stood there dumbfounded, his mind blank, and groaned softly, "Huh? I have to write a poem too? Nobody told me that following the ancient wedding ceremony would test my talent! What am I going to do?!"

Gu Shiyan stood at the door, a slight smile playing on his lips, deliberately teasing him: "If you don't know how, then wait until you learn before you come to pick up the bride. We're not in a hurry."

"No!" Nan Chili cried, tears welling up in her eyes.

Jiang Shangyu smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "It's okay if you don't know how, Zhao Ci and Yan Chen do. Let them go first."

Sang Jiuyang grinned and said, "Brother-in-law, you go first."