Chapter 4 Lovers finally get married

Chapter 4: Lovers Eventually Become Family

The next steps were relatively simple; it only required a matchmaker to convey the intentions of both parties, without the need for the two to make a decision in person.

Afterward, Zhao Qingmei exited the teahouse, whispered a few words into Uncle Niu's ear, and, with the help of her maid Tan Yun, boarded the carriage.

“Young Miss, what’s wrong with you?”

Inside the carriage, Zhao Qingmei’s face was flushed, like a ripe peach.

Her Demonic Cult Leader was usually ruthless, decisive, and thoroughly evil, a presence whose mere mention could make countless Jianghu experts tremble, but at this moment, she displayed such a scene.

“Say what you just said again.”

“If Young Dr. An agrees, the wedding will be set for this month.”

Tan Yun thought for a moment, then repeated what she had just said.

Zhao Qingmei softly ‘hmm’ed, her face so red it looked like water could be wrung from it. She lay limply on the table as if all her strength had left her, her face flushed, a satisfied smile on her lips.

It seemed Brother An had not recognized her at all, but that was fine too.

“Sigh.”

Seeing this, Tan Yun could only sigh helplessly.

Niu Fu followed An Jing back into the private room.

“Young Dr. An, how was it?” Niu Fu eagerly asked, “This Miss Zhao is top-notch in both looks and figure, and she comes from a prominent family, a descendant of a famous clan. If I spread the word, I don’t know how many noble Young Masters in Yu Prefecture would flock to her.”

An Jing picked up his pestle and shook his head, saying, “She’s very good, but my small Ji Shi Clinic, I’m afraid…”

Beautiful in appearance, gentle in character, and with the demeanor of a lady from a prominent family, she was indeed an excellent match for a man seeking a spouse. Judging by Zhao Qingmei’s expression as she left, she seemed to have some unspeakable difficulty.

“Young Dr. An, just tell me directly, do you want this wife or not?” Niu Fu interrupted An Jing.

“Me!?” An Jing raised his teacup, took a sip of tea, and asked, “That Miss Zhao doesn’t seem very satisfied with me.”

“She said she is very satisfied with Young Dr. An, and the wedding date should ideally be set for this month.”

Niu Fu anxiously walked up to An Jing, snatched the teacup from his hand, and said, “Give me an answer, Young Dr. An.”

That Miss Zhao herself asked me to come; how could she not be satisfied with you!?

A piece of meat delivered to your mouth, and you still won’t eat it?

Niu Fu was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing anxiously. This wonderful marriage, all it needed was a word from An Jing.

Moreover, if it succeeded, Miss Zhao was going to give him a hundred strings of cash.

An Jing blinked, a little surprised, and said, “Did that Miss Zhao really say that?”

He hadn't expected Zhao Qingmei’s thoughts.

“Yes,” Niu Fu said with a serious face, “When have I, Niu Fu, ever told a lie?”

That Miss Zhao was more than just satisfied; if you agreed, she would even marry you on the spot.

“Then the wedding date, let’s set it for this month,” An Jing said, a smile forming on his lips.

Niu Fu breathed a heavy sigh of relief upon hearing An Jing’s words, his heart filled with wild joy.

A hundred strings of cash!

That was a hundred strings of cash!

Oh, heavens, you truly have opened your eyes this time.

“Young Dr. An, get ready. The wedding will be held in a few days. I’m going to arrange the marriage for you now.” Niu Fu finished speaking and excitedly rushed out the door.

An Jing watched Uncle Niu’s sprinting back and couldn’t help but mutter, “This Uncle Niu, he really has a kind heart…”

Gengzi Year, the seventh day of the seventh month.

Auspicious for praying for blessings, offering sacrifices, getting married, opening businesses, and trading. Inauspicious for taking medicine, seeking medical treatment, and relocating.

On this day, Ji Shi Clinic was adorned with bright red lanterns and silks, filled with a festive atmosphere.

“Here comes the bride! Here comes the bride!”

“Young Dr. An is marrying a bride!”

“I heard the bride is very beautiful.”

First, there was a burst of firecrackers, followed by several joyful children running out.

The surging crowd was endless, shoulder to shoulder, each craning their necks to watch the wedding.

The sound of suonas accompanied the simultaneous crackling of firecrackers, creating a festive, piercing sound.

“Congratulations! Brother Jing!”

“Congratulations! Congratulations!”

“May you have a big, chubby son next year.”

“Good, good, good. When the big, chubby son has his full moon celebration, you must come.”

“An Jing, you lucky fellow, to be able to marry such a beautiful woman, you must have accumulated blessings for eighteen lifetimes.”

“Who says not? It truly makes one envious.”

At this time, An Jing was receiving congratulations from the arriving guests.

Ji Shi Clinic also enjoyed considerable renown in Yu Prefecture, especially among the impoverished common people. In their eyes, An Jing was the most benevolent and conscientious doctor in Yu Prefecture.

“Everyone, please eat and drink well, no need to be polite.”

An Jing’s smile was almost impossible to hide, and he drank cup after cup of wine.

There were seventeen or eighteen tables of food and drink. Dishes were brought out one after another, and then empty plates were carried away. From beginning to end, An Jing, surrounded by the crowd, continuously greeted and saw off the arriving guests.

“Officer Han has arrived!”

A young constable in black robes strode in.

“Brother An, congratulations, congratulations!” Han Wenxin said to An Jing.

Han Wenxin, one of the two chief constables of Yu Prefecture, his father Han Ju was a retired constable with extensive connections in Yu Prefecture. Coupled with Han Wenxin’s genuine abilities, he became a constable in Yu Prefecture at a young age.

Due to an accident, several horses in Sima Prison in Yu Prefecture contracted a plague. Han Wenxin was in charge of the matter at the time. He invited eighty percent of the doctors in Yu Prefecture, but they were all helpless against the plague. Finally, An Jing stepped in and cured the horses, preventing the plague from spreading further.

Since then, Han Wenxin had been grateful to An Jing and regarded him as a close friend.

“Brother Han, please sit, please sit.”

An Jing said with a smile.

“Between us, there’s no need to be so polite.” Han Wenxin smiled and casually found a seat.

“Brother Han, we must have a good drink together then.” An Jing patted Han Wenxin’s shoulder.

“From now on, it will be much harder for us to go out for drinks. The carefree life we once had is now gone.”

Han Wenxin said with a playful wink.

In the past, when they had free time, Han Wenxin and An Jing often went out together to listen to music and drink, and their friendship was very strong.

“Drink? Have we ever drunk? Brother Han, don’t talk nonsense.”

An Jing gave Han Wenxin a faint look and said.

Han Wenxin: “???”

This was even faster than a Brothel girl changing her mind?

An Jing patted Han Wenxin’s shoulder and said, “Brother Han, you’re not young anymore; it’s time to consider settling down and starting a family.”

“Me? I’m not in a hurry yet.”

Han Wenxin shook his head, then seemed to remember something and said, “Oh, by the way, I heard you’re marrying a Young Miss from a prominent family. Is that true?”

“Of course, it’s true.” As he said this, An Jing couldn’t help but feel delighted.

Han Wenxin couldn’t help but mutter, “The dowry of a Young Miss from a prominent family is no ordinary thing…”

He hadn’t seen what the woman looked like yet, so he wasn’t entirely sure, but in Great Yan, when a lady from a prominent family married, the dowry was also a considerable sum of money.

In that case, wouldn’t his Brother An be getting rich?

“Dowry?”

An Jing gave Han Wenxin an annoyed look, “Brother Han, you truly are a vulgar person.”

What is a dowry?

Money is merely external; can it be as precious as the first drop of blood?

Han Wenxin raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and said, “Brother An, you are mistaken. I, Han Wenxin, am merely a crude fellow.”