Charles Clark sat on the couch with his eyes closed, resting, while two young maids bowed to him. One said, “Today is the joyous day of the young master and the young lady’s wedding. The new groom should change into new clothes.”

Charles Clark opened his eyes and said calmly, “So soon?”

The two maids timidly remained silent.

Charles Clark had thought that a wedding would at least take a few days to prepare. Who would have expected it to be so rushed? It must be that the young lady is truly gravely ill, throwing the whole household into a panic.

Charles Clark said, “Alright, just leave the clothes here. I’ll change by myself.”

The maids looked a bit puzzled and exchanged glances. One, with a lovely face, hesitated, “But…”

Charles Clark interrupted unceremoniously, “If you want me to be your son-in-law, you’ll have to do as I say. If you keep nagging, I’ll just leave.”

The maids had no choice but to place the new clothes and hat on the small table and quietly leave, closing the door behind them.

Charles Clark stood up and quickly changed. The outfit was a long, bright red robe, finely made and embroidered with many patterns. On his head was a scholar’s hat inlaid with pearls. Once fully dressed, Charles Clark stood before the bronze mirror behind the screen and glanced at his reflection, hardly recognizing himself.

“I never knew before, but now I see that in ancient attire, I actually look quite dashing.” Charles Clark raised his eyebrows at the mirror, then sat back down on the couch, coughed, and called to the maids outside, “Come in, I’ve changed.”

The two maids entered with bright faces, glanced at the calm and elegant Charles Clark, and their eyes lit up. They bowed and said, “Young master, please wait a moment. Soon it will be time for the wedding ceremony.”

Charles Clark nodded and asked, “What does the Wen family do? How are they so prominent?”

The new groom was about to be married, yet he was still asking about the bride’s family background. Anyone overhearing this would probably laugh out loud.

The pretty-faced maid smiled and said, “Young master, my lord works at the Southern Town Patrol Division.”

Southern Town Patrol Division… Jinyiwei? Charles Clark understood why that Yvonne Foster was so arrogant. He’d been in this era for half a year now—how could Charles Clark not know the power of the Jinyiwei imperial guards? Even the minor patrols from the Northern Town Division could make the ground tremble with a single stomp. As for the Southern Town Division, they were even more formidable, overseeing the discipline and law of the Jinyiwei. Ordinary people might not realize their power, but to those overbearing Jinyiwei warriors and captains, they were truly intimidating.

Charles Clark didn’t think much of it. He thought, so what if it’s the Southern Town Division? If he dares to push me too far, I’ll just go all the way with him.

After waiting for half an hour, he heard a commotion outside. The two maids led Charles Clark out, winding through many corridors and moon gates. Looking around, he saw rooftops stretching endlessly, pavilions and towers one after another, dazzling the eyes. Charles Clark was amazed and couldn’t help but think, “What a grand display.”

After passing through a moon gate, the view suddenly opened up—this must be the main hall. The maids first had Charles Clark sit in a side room. Outside, he heard voices announcing arrivals. He didn’t recognize any of these people, but judging by their titles, they were all usually powerful figures. Charles Clark paid them no mind. At this moment, he felt unexpectedly calm. Having come to this world so mysteriously, Charles Clark had once been anxious, but gradually adapted. Now, faced with this sudden turn, compared to the strangeness of transmigration, it was really nothing.

Only those who have weathered great storms can remain unshaken even if Mount Tai collapses before them. Charles Clark used to be a nobody, but now, he was beginning to develop such composure.

Not long after, a maid finally arrived, hurriedly saying, “It’s time for the ceremony, quickly, follow me.”

Charles Clark put down his teacup and followed the maid out with a smile, only to find that in just a short while, the entire hall and courtyard were packed with people. There were house servants in blue robes and caps weaving through the crowd, maids in flowered skirts with bowed heads serving tea and water, and many guests in splendid attire, some in brocade, some in black hats, all offering congratulations in an endless stream.

Unfortunately, Charles Clark didn’t know a single one of them. He couldn’t be bothered to pay attention, and was led to a pavilion to fetch the bride. The bride’s face was veiled in red, but her graceful figure could not be hidden by the wide new robes. Charles Clark sized up the bride and thought, “She’s a bit more voluptuous than that little Yvonne Foster, but seems to lack some vitality, as if a gust of wind could knock her over. Could she really be that ill?”

Before Charles Clark could think further, a maid handed him one end of a red cord, the other end tied to the bride’s wrist. The two of them, surrounded by the crowd, returned to the main hall. Amid the noise, they bowed to heaven and earth. Charles Clark’s mind was still in a daze when someone shouted, “To the bridal chamber…”

“So rushed, not even a moment for modesty!” Charles Clark grumbled inwardly as he was pushed along and quickly left.

To Charles Clark, the whole scene felt like child’s play. Before he could even process it, it was already over. Such haste was probably because the Wen family feared the eldest young lady’s health couldn’t take it.

…

Pushed along, he arrived at a spacious and elegantly antique room. Charles Clark looked up to take it in, guessing this must be the bridal chamber.