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Luo Chen cupped his hands in greeting: "If Father-in-law has no objections, the auspicious day will be in three days. What is your opinion, Father-in-law?"

The moment those words were spoken, everyone in the hall was stunned.

Feng Kun's smile froze on his face, and he didn't move for a long time.

Three days later?

What are the auspicious days according to the Chinese calendar?

Is this kid in a hurry to be reincarnated or what?

One of the uncles couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Three days? Why rush a daughter's wedding?"

An uncle standing nearby muttered, "Besides, three days from now isn't exactly an auspicious day..."

The elders of the Feng family looked at each other, their expressions varied.

Feng Kun's lips twitched several times, and he cursed inwardly.

Is this guy really serious about marrying her, or is he just in a rush to finish things?

In just three days, they couldn't even prepare a decent dowry!

He turned to look at Feng Xuanhou.

Feng Xuanhou sat in the main seat, silent for a long while, his old eyes scanning Luo Chen's face several times.

Luo Chen stood there, neither humble nor arrogant, with a calm expression and unwavering gaze.

Feng Xuanhou was calculating in his mind very quickly.

Why is this kid in such a hurry?

Logically speaking, he had already left the betrothal gifts, and the marriage was a done deal; whether it was a day earlier or later wouldn't make any difference.

But he insisted on getting married in just three days.

Feng Xuanhou squinted and thought for a few more moments, then raised his hand and gently tapped the armrest.

"Three days later, that's fine."

These words caused an uproar in the hall.

"The old man?"

"Father! Three days is too rushed!"

"This is hardly enough preparation!"

Feng Xuanhou raised his hand to quell the crowd's voices; his tone was not harsh, but it brooked no argument.

"I said, yes."

The elders of the Feng family looked at each other, and although they were very unhappy, Feng Xuanhou was the one who had the final say in the Feng family, so no one dared to say another word.

Feng Kun forced a bitter smile, sighing inwardly, but he still had to put on a brave face.

He looked at Luo Chen and cleared his throat.

"In that case...you shall prepare to marry my daughter."

He paused for a moment, trying to make his voice sound firmer.

"I only hope you won't betray her. Otherwise, the Feng family will certainly not let you off easily."

As he finished speaking, he himself felt his face getting hot.

Not to be let off lightly?

Why shouldn't they let it go easily?

He crippled a Grandmaster with a single punch, and killing an elder of the Martial Green Sect was as easy as killing a chicken.

All in all, the most powerful member of the Feng family was his father, Feng Xuanhou, who was only at the ninth level of the Grandmaster realm.

If things really turn sour, they could crush Feng Jiaquan with a single finger.

But he had no choice but to say it.

As a father, when his daughter gets married, he always has to bite the bullet and say a few harsh words, otherwise he will lose face.

After Feng Kun finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Luo Chen's expression.

Luo Chen didn't laugh; instead, he kept a straight face and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Father-in-law, rest assured, I will cherish the Third Miss as a precious treasure and treat her with utmost care."

These words were powerful and sincere.

The elders of the Feng family exchanged glances, their expressions finally softening somewhat.

Feng Kun also breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to end things gracefully.

He nodded to Luo Chen.

"Now that the date has been set, go back and prepare. Come promptly in three days to marry Wanyi."

Luo Chen cupped his hands in farewell and turned to leave the main hall.

After he walked away, the elders of the Feng family were in an uproar.

"Old man, three days is far too rushed!"

"There's not even time to prepare the dowry!"

"That sounds terrible if word gets out. It'll make it sound like our Feng family is just throwing away a burden by marrying off our daughter!"

Feng Xuanhou waved his hand, his eyes still fixed on the direction where Luo Chen had disappeared.

"He's in such a hurry to marry, and he has his reasons. We just need to make sure the wedding is grand and lavish; as for the dowry..."

He glanced at Feng Kun.

"Take the best from the warehouse, don't let him think the Feng family is stingy."

Feng Kun nodded in agreement, but his mind was still in turmoil.

What is he in such a hurry for?

Feeling increasingly uneasy, he turned and left the main hall, heading towards the backyard.

When they arrived at Feng Wanyi's courtyard, Feng Wanyi was sitting by the window embroidering something. She looked up when she heard footsteps.

"Father, are you done talking?"

Feng Kun sat down opposite her and told her about Luo Chen's appointment three days later.

After hearing this, Feng Wanyi frowned slightly.

"Marry me in three days?"

She put down the embroidery frame in her hand and looked up at Feng Kun.

"He's in such a hurry to marry me... could there be some ulterior motive behind it?"

Feng Kun paused for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but then swallowed his words back.

He was thinking the same thing.

What exactly is this kid up to?

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Before dawn, the area in front of the Luo residence was already bustling with activity.

The wedding procession stretched out in a long line, with musicians puffing out their chests and playing their instruments with all their might.

Luo Chen rode a tall, snow-white horse, his bright red wedding attire making him even more handsome.

With relaxed eyebrows and a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, he was so handsome that it was indescribable.

The girls crowded around, craning their necks to look at the horse, their eyes practically glued to Luo Chen.

"My goodness, isn't this Patriarch Luo incredibly handsome?"

"That's right, why didn't we notice that back when we were at the Zhu family's?"

"Back then, he was always dressed in drab, dusty clothes; who would have noticed him?"

"If I'd known that woman from the Zhu family was shameless, I should have taken the initiative in the first place..."

"Come on, he's married to Miss Feng now, do you even even qualify?"

The girls whispered and covered their mouths, laughing, their eyes fixed on Luo Chen, regretting not making a move sooner.

The procession arrived at the gate of the Feng residence in a grand procession, with firecrackers exploding everywhere and red paper scraps flying all over the sky.

The Feng family's gate was wide open, and the house was decorated with lanterns and colorful banners, with red silk ribbons hanging everywhere.

The elders of the Feng family stood at the door to greet the guests. Their expressions weren't exactly happy, but they managed to force a few smiles.

Luo Chen dismounted and strode across the threshold.

A commotion came from the backyard, and Feng Wanyi came out surrounded by a group of maids and servants.

She wore a bright red wedding dress embroidered with golden phoenixes, and the hem of her dress was very long.

Her head was covered by a red veil, so her face couldn't be seen, but when she stood there, her waist was as thin as a willow branch, and anyone who saw her would swallow hard.

Madam Feng's mother, Niu, stood beside her, her eyes red, clearly having just cried.

She took Feng Wanyi's hand, turned to look at Luo Chen, and her voice choked with emotion.

"Luo Chen, you'd better treat my third daughter well. She's never suffered any hardship since she was little. If you let her suffer even the slightest bit of mistreatment..."

She couldn't continue, and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

Luo Chen stepped forward and respectfully bowed.

"Don't worry, Mother-in-law, I will take good care of Wanyi and never let her suffer the slightest grievance."

Feng's mother glanced at him again, nodded, and finally let go of his hand.

Feng Wanyi was escorted to the bridal sedan chair, where two old women helped her into the chair.

Her expression was obscured by the red veil, but she paused briefly as she boarded the sedan chair and glanced back towards the Feng residence.

The sound of gongs and drums rang out again, and the wedding procession turned around and headed towards the Luo residence in a grand procession.