Chapter 942: Chapter 942: Grand Yet Swift
anwhile, the Sikong family also received the news.
Everyone gained a new understanding of Sikong Mo’s strength.
Previously, most believed that Sikong Mo relied on the military power in his hands, but now they truly realized that even without military power, his own strength should not be underestimated.
By the ti he returned to the Royal Residence, Sikong Mo was already covered in blood, but all of it belonged to others and had nothing to do with him.
“Master…” Si Bei ca out to et him, looking at Sikong Mo with concern.
“Prepare hot water. I need a bath,” he said, and Si Bei understood that the Prince was not injured.
At the sa ti, he felt relieved.
After giving orders, Sikong Mo asked, “By the way, have Si Rong and the others arrived?”
“They should arrive in the next few days,” Si Bei replied.
Years ago, Si Nan made a grave mistake by disobeying orders, and these years he has been punished accordingly. Now when people are needed, Si Nan’s loyalty is undeniable.
One can only hope these years have taught him a lesson, so he will not take the master’s words lightly again.
“You go and make preparations. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the Crown Prince Residence to propose marriage.” Only then did Sikong Mo’s face show a trace of a smile.
Si Bei was quite surprised, “Isn’t this ti too tight?”
Although the old Emperor hasn’t decreed a marriage, he was forced to agree to such a union, but proposing marriage tomorrow, the master is too urgent!
“Not too tight. Go prepare the items from the warehouse, choose more, and include them all as betrothal gifts,” Sikong Mo said.
If it weren’t inappropriate, he would have taken her away imdiately to eliminate future worries.
After all, although the old Emperor has loosened his stance, until she is wed, too many possibilities remain; only by thoroughly marrying her ho can he feel at ease.
Si Bei hesitated briefly and reminded him, “Master, even if we transport everything from the warehouse to the Crown Prince Residence, it might not be tily.”
Sikong Mo said nothing, rely looked at Si Bei questioningly.
Touching his nose, Si Bei replied, “I haven’t married before, but I’ve heard from others that before marrying, a matchmaker needs to compare birth dates, go through the three letters and six ceremonies…”
When Si Bei finally finished speaking, Sikong Mo only felt overwheld.
Can he manage to wed before the year’s end with so many procedures?
“Why was Ye Wenyu’s wedding carried out so quickly?” From decree to marriage, it was only ten days, yet when it’s his turn, there are so many formalities?
“That was because the Emperor set the date urgently and skipped many steps. Not only does Princess Changfu have a strong status, but as the Crown Prince’s daughter, so steps can’t be skipped, and the Crown Prince Residence needs to prepare dowry matters. They won’t agree to Princess Changfu marrying so casually…”
After Si Bei’s explanation, Sikong Mo understood.
Indeed, his Jiujiu naturally cannot be compared to ordinary won, and especially in such a once-in-a-lifeti event, less would not do.
Even if she were willing to compromise, he would not bear it.
“Go and take charge of the preparations. Everything must be grand, and ti needs to be expedited,” Sikong Mo instructed.
Watching Sikong Mo’s decisive departing figure, Si Bei was left with a headache.
The grandeur of the preparations is not an issue—they have accumulated quite so capital in the War Prince Residence over the years, sufficient for the Prince to marry. However, this tiline issue is not sothing the residence can dictate.
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