After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Fang Yin stuttered at first, but later he spoke more fluently. Although he kept repeating the words "good", "handsome", "down-to-earth" and "blessed", everyone present gradually stopped smiling and their eyes were moved.

They could hear the sincerity in it.

Even Meng Lan, who was covered by a veil inside the door, couldn't help but feel tears in her eyes when she heard the clumsy but passionate words coming from the maid.

The girl in yellow who was leading the group also had a hint of relief in her eyes and exchanged glances with her sisters.

The girls of the Meng family were no longer embarrassed and smiled as they made way for the inner courtyard, their eyes filled with blessings for the newlyweds.

Fang Yin took a deep breath, and surrounded by the crowd, he stepped into the hanging flower gate, passed through the exquisite courtyard, and finally arrived at the boudoir where Meng Lan was.

The courtyard was also decorated with lights and the bride's door was closed. Standing in front of the door were Meng Lan's personal maid and several dowry mothers.

"Sir," the maid smiled and bowed, "we all heard what you said in the courtyard. The young lady must be delighted. However, before leaving, she has three things she needs your approval in person. This will fulfill the formalities of marriage and reassure both the young lady and the master and his wife."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Yin.

Without the slightest hesitation, he faced the door and solemnly clasped his fists, "Don't even mention three, thirty, or even three hundred. As long as Fang Yin can do it, there's no question about it!"

There was silence inside the room for a moment, and one seemed to hear the bride's slightly rapid breathing. Then, the maid cleared her throat and spoke on behalf of her young lady.

"First, the young lady said that she is the daughter of a military commander and her temperament is not as gentle as that of an ordinary lady. I hope that you will not regret this in the future and allow her to wear armor and practice spearmanship occasionally, and not confine her to the small space of the backyard."

Fang Yin immediately responded in a clear voice: "Of course! If you want to practice, then practice. My armory is always open to you!"

This remark caused a chuckle from the people around, but they also felt that it was perfect.

"Secondly," the maid continued, "the young lady hopes that, whether she lives in the prosperous capital or in the bitter cold of the borderlands, she and her son-in-law will discuss and shoulder the household affairs, no matter how big or small, together."

Fang Yin nodded heavily: "This is as it should be. You have the final say on matters at home, and we will handle matters outside together. I will never act on my own!"

"The third thing," the maid's voice also took on a more serious tone, "Young lady is willing to be of one mind and one heart with you, and will not let you down in this life. I hope you will also keep your promise. No matter good times or bad, in health or sickness, we can support each other and help each other until we grow old together."

This is almost an oath.

Fang Yin took a step forward, almost sticking to the door: "I, Fang Yin, swear here that I will never let Meng Lan down in this life! I will respect you, love you, and protect you. We will share wealth and hardship with you! Heaven and earth, all my relatives and friends are my witnesses. If you break this oath, call me..."

"Oh! Son-in-law! It's an auspicious day, so don't say anything unlucky!" The dowry mother next to him interrupted with a smile, but she was also very satisfied with Fang Yin's attitude.

There was warmth inside and outside the room.

Upon seeing this, Fang Tong immediately signaled his men to bring over a large basket of red envelopes that had been prepared long ago. Fang Yin personally took it and stuffed handfuls of them through the slightly opened door, shouting, "The red envelopes are here! Sisters, mothers, please share in the joy and open the door!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of joyful noise and scrambling inside the door, accompanied by crisp laughter: "Thank you, son-in-law!"

"My son-in-law is so generous!"

"Quick, open the door for my uncle!"

With a creaky sound, the door finally opened slowly.

In an instant, the room was filled with light.

Meng Lan was seen sitting upright on the edge of the bed, wearing an intricate and gorgeous red wedding dress, a dazzling dragon and phoenix pearl crown on her head, and a red veil with exquisite embroidery of mandarin ducks playing in the water, which concealed her stunning appearance, revealing only a dignified and elegant outline, and a pair of slender hands placed on her knees, gently twisting the red veil.

Fang Yin stood at the door in a daze, feeling a little helpless for a moment. The decisiveness and ruthlessness he usually showed on the battlefield disappeared without a trace, leaving only tenderness and excitement in his heart.

The bridesmaid was experienced and stepped forward with a smile to guide them: "Groom, what are you still standing there for? Please ask the bride to stand up quickly, so as not to miss the auspicious time!"

Fang Yin finally came back to his senses, took a deep breath, strode up to Meng Lan, bowed slightly, stretched out his big hand which was a little sweaty due to nervousness but extremely steady, and gently held Meng Lan's hand.

Both of their hands trembled, and a warm current passed through their palms.

"Lan...Lan'er," Fang Yin's voice was low and trembling with a barely perceptible tremor, "I, I'm here to take you home."

Meng Lan, under the veil, nodded slightly.

The newlyweds, surrounded and blessed by the crowd, walked out of their boudoir hand in hand and came to the main hall of the Meng Mansion.

In the main hall, red candles are burning high, solemn and festive.

General Meng and Madam Meng had already taken the main seat at the head.

Although General Meng tried hard to maintain his usual dignity, he could not conceal the excitement and reluctance in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Mrs. Meng's eyes were red, and she held the handkerchief tightly in her hand. She looked at her daughter walking towards her in her wedding dress, feeling both happy and sad.

The emcee sang: "The newlyweds kneel down to pay homage to their parents!"

Fang Yin and Meng Lan stood side by side and slowly knelt down on the big red cushion that had been prepared long ago.

"I bow my head! Thank you parents for raising me!"

The newlyweds kowtowed solemnly.

Mrs. Meng could no longer hold back her tears, which rolled down her cheeks. General Meng also took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

"Two kowtows! I wish my parents good health and happiness!"

Bow again.

Meng Lan couldn't help but feel her eyes blurry again under the veil, but she didn't want to worry her parents, so she held back her tears this time.

She doesn't want to cry at her wedding, she wants to marry Fang Yin happily!

"Three kowtows! Newlyweds, please do not forget your parents' kindness and come back often to visit!"

Kowtow three times.

Fang Yin promised loudly: "Don't worry, father-in-law and mother-in-law, I will take good care of Lan'er and will often accompany her back to visit you!"

General Meng finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "Okay, okay! Fang Yin, I'm handing Lan'er over to you. I hope you'll remember what I said today and support her until we grow old together!"

Madam Meng also choked up and said, "Lan'er, in the future you must get along well with your sisters-in-law... and be good to your son-in-law..."

The newlyweds kowtowed again. Fang Yin helped Meng Lan up and felt her arms trembling slightly.

The bridesmaid stepped forward and placed a red silk ribbon with a big red hydrangea in the middle into Fang Yin's hand at one end and Meng Lan's hand at the other end, implying "a thousand miles of marriage are connected by a thread."

"The auspicious time has arrived! The bride is leaving—!"

According to etiquette, when the bride leaves the house and gets into the sedan chair, she must be carried by her brothers from her natal family, with her feet not touching the ground, to show their reluctance to let her go and their blessings.