"Moreover..." Zhao Feng smiled and looked at Wang Yan. "I promised Yan'er that I would give her the grandest wedding banquet. If the Great King doesn't attend, how can it be called the grandest wedding banquet?"
"The Great King is going to Shaqiu to attend your wedding banquet?" Wang Jian's expression was one of surprise.
"Father-in-law, the Great King is busy with state affairs; naturally, he will not go to Shaqiu," Zhao Feng explained. "So, I plan to hold one ceremony in Xianyang and then a simpler one in my hometown. One is to make good on my promise to Yan'er, and the other is for my mother and the elders back home."
"That sounds good," Wang Jian said with a smile. "The Great King has even rewarded you with a mansion."
"Sister," Wang Ben teased Wang Yan, "your eye for men is truly one of a kind. You've captured the youngest Senior General of our Qin."
