Zhao Chong remained earnest.
"My Lord Marquis and Lady have already held their wedding in Yecheng, only the wedding night remains."
"...." Huang Zai'an's beard twitched in astonishment, and quickly his eyes bulged.
"So you mean to say, your master and my disciple are spending their wedding night?"
He opened his mouth, speechless, pointing to the shouts outside, anger gradually surfacing on his face.
"...Lives are at stake here, and they are having their wedding night?"
Looking at Zhao Chong, Zhao Tai had a look of indifference, as if it was none of his concern, which nearly made Huang Zai'an spit blood.
"You, you...."
With trembling hands and quivering whiskers, he staggered away.
He must hurry to the Hu Residence.
His beloved disciple in the bridal chamber had mentioned needing to perform a check early in the morning to see if there were any changes in the symptoms of rigidity.