As soon as he entered the room, his swaying footsteps stopped. His drunk face revealed a smile and giggled as he looked at the bride, who was sitting by the bed in her wedding dress with a veil covering her face.
"Well, Brother Guan, why are you giggling? Lift the veil quickly! We want to see the bride." Many people had crowded outside the door at some point, and started squeezing their way into the bridal chamber.
"That's right, that's right. We want to see the bride, and we want to celebrate in the bridal chamber." Someone shouted.
Guan Xilin, who was just about to walk to the bedside, regained his senses. He turned around and looked behind him, then said in amazement: "Why haven't you left yet?"
"We were afraid that you were too drunk to consummate the marriage. Who knew that you would appear as if you hadn't had a drink the moment you entered the bridal chamber? Brother Guan, were you pretending to be drunk? Hahahaha…."
