In front of the Changle Marquis's mansion, a young general in silver armor held the imperial edict in his hand and said to Lin Yuan with a chuckle, "The imperial edict ordered Yuan Muxing, the fourth-rank commander of the Nan'an Army, to marry this general. I am still waiting to bring people back to the court to get married. Why hasn't the Changle Marquis accepted the order yet?"
Lin Yuan was also wearing plain armor, his handsome face was gloomy, his hand on the hilt of the sword, he said coldly: "General Fu, you are joking, Yuanshi is my wife, how can I marry someone else? Although Lin is of low rank, I will not let my wife marry someone else with the children."
His face darkened, and the elite armored soldiers of the Marquis' Mansion surrounded him in an orderly manner from behind, with their hands on their waists, ready to draw their swords at any time.
The people brought by Fu Hetang were also on edge, but he himself was free and easy. He casually tapped the imperial edict on his palm and asked with a smile: "The Marquis got married? Don't take advantage of me because I don't know much about the news in the capital. Did you have three matchmakers and six engagements or did your relatives and friends attend the ceremony? If it's just a casual talk and it counts as a marriage, then wouldn't I, who has the imperial edict in my hand, be more qualified to be his husband than the Marquis?"
Lin Yuan's eyes twitched slightly, and he sneered, "General Fu is right. No one in Beijing cares about news from my small place. My wife and I have been married for a long time, and he is now visiting his parents-in-law. The imperial edict in the general's hand came too late, so I am sorry that I cannot accept it."
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