The three old generals were filled with embarrassment, each taking a step forward as the fight trickled out of them.
Qiu Jianhan took a huge step and said in a voice like rumbling thunder, "Brothers!"
A roar emanated from four hundred thousand throats in unison, "Here!"
Han Sanhe rolled his eyes. "Look at him going ‘brothers’… it sounds just like bandits shouting…"
The other old men looked amused.
Qiu Jianhan ignored his nemeses and continued to project his voice loudly, "Today is a great day!"
He went on and on. Today, he played the part of the master of ceremony for the bride and groom, to pay their respects to the heaven and earth, their parents, the emperor, the family of generals, and of course, to each other.
The bride was flawless. She was tall and slim, her looks garnered all the attention; Shangguan Lingxiu, who was the bridesmaid, was tall as well and exuded a sense of valiancy. Compared to the females, the males looked a little out of place. The groomsman was fortunately dashing as well, standing at a height of just over six feet with God-gifted looks; his handsome bearing put him into the place of a male god, no matter the occasion!
Under normal circumstances, asking Yun Yang to be a groomsman required plenty of courage on the part of the groom, since the groomsman would be entirely too eye-catching.
However, Yun Yang was not at the absolute center of attention today.
There was only one reason for it – Tie Zheng’s height!
The bridegroom was incredibly tall – Tie Zheng stood at about seven and a half feet tall… He was very well built as well, blessed with broad shoulders and chiseled muscles. Standing there, he looked just like a looming tower.
As a man, Yun Yang’s only physical regret was that he was slightly skinnier, reflected even more so when clothed. Standing beside Tie Zheng, the comparison was akin to a bean sprout under a big tree.
Putting aside the audience, Yun Yang himself felt awkward as well.
Does Tie Zheng actually bear good intention by asking me to be the groomsman today?
Yun Yang stood impeccably straight but he was still shorter than Tie Zheng by a sword’s length. He tilted his head up to look unhappily at the tower but could only see his chest.
The grudge in his heart deepened as he thought, "This fellow is so tall and so strong while the bride is so small. Will this bastard kill her on their wedding night under his weight?"
Old Marshal Qiu Jianhan stood far away, but upon seeing both Tie Zheng and Yun Yang comically standing side by side, he burst out into laughter and almost lost his ability to conduct the ceremonies.
When the ceremony was finally done. Yun Yang fled off the stage as if he had been pardoned from a death penalty. He had never felt this embarrassed in his life before.
Is it so fantastic being tall? Does being muscular entitle one to look down upon someone?
Shangguan Lingxiu came to him and saw his exasperation. She could not help chuckling and said, "What is it? Do you think you’re too short?"
Yun Yang lowered his head to look at Shangguan Lingxiu and kept silent, with a sheepish smile.
Why had he never felt the terrific feeling of looking down at someone before?
Looking at his expression and the mirth dancing in his eyes, Shangguan Lingxiu bit her lips and suddenly landed a kick on his rear end.
"Hmph!"
This bastard was despicable!
He was actually reveling in his height, lording it over a woman…
Could he be even more shameless? How bad could you get?
…
"Sister Lingxiu is really pretty today." Yun Yang, who had been kicked in his rear end, stared boldly at Shangguan Lingxiu from head to toe, his gaze earnest.
Shangguan Lingxiu flushed in embarrassment and said in a low voice, "Really?"
"Of course! Why would I lie?" Yun Yang nodded seriously. "I’ve only realized today that Sister Lingxiu is truly beautiful when made up like this. Why, you finally look like a woman…"
Bang!
Shangguan Lingxiu aimed another harsh kick at Yun Yang’s rear end and turned to leave with an icy face, her veins almost popping on her forehead.
This bastard!
What do you mean finally look like a woman? Your grandmother is a woman, alright?
Yun Yang chuckled and hopped, hugging onto one of his legs, hissing like he had been badly kicked. With a tilt of his body, he fell onto a chair and called out, "Sister Lingxiu, come sit with me. Girls have to be graceful. Graceful, you know?"
I’ll sit on your head!
F*ck you and your graceful nonsense!
Shangguan Lingxiu snorted and glared daggers at Yun Yang before she found a seat far from him and sat down, showing absolute disdain to be sitting with him.
After she was seated, she turned her face towards the other side, trying not to look upon that contemptible face.
Shangguan Lingxiu was afraid that she would rush over and hack at him with a saber if she were to take a second glance.
On the side, Han Sanhe watched Tie Zheng for a while before shifting his gaze and stopping at Yun Yang absently.
Was this person the son of Marquis of Heavenly Clouds?
These six words were all that Han Sanhe knew about Yun Yang but when he looked at him right now, he could tell that the man was not what he seemed to be.
Qiu Jianhan and Leng Daoyin, being terrible thugs, had displayed a sense of discomfort at being present at such a grand event, but this young master of Marquis of Heavenly Clouds had been at ease, joking and being himself while still bearing his natural air of grace.
Even if he had been rather embarrassed on stage due to Tie Zheng’s extraordinary height, he was still effortlessly at ease; an expression or an action of his would naturally turn all his embarrassment into naught.
This young man was someone to take note of.
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