Crying at the wedding, lifting the bridal sedan chair.
It was fortunate that the Meng Family lived on the south side of Fire Knife Village; even if one walked there on foot, it would take no longer than the time for a cup of tea. Hua Xiaomai only felt like she had just settled into her seat, her bottom not yet warmed, when she was confusingly dragged out of the chair again.
What followed was the unavoidable series of tedious proceedings.