After attending Yan Zisheng’s wedding banquet, the Song Mansion began to tense up because in a few days, it would be Fourth Master’s wedding.
From the masters to the servants, everyone in the mansion was nervous. The entire estate was bustling, and the banquet utensils had already been taken out from the storage room and polished to a bright sheen.
Some decorations that weren’t usually seen were also put out. In the garden, florists sent over many potted plants, and the gardener arranged the garden beautifully.
The whole mansion was busy, except for the groom himself, who was being dragged by young servants and seamstresses, yawning as he tried on his wedding attire leisurely.
"Didn’t we already try this on? Why do we need to try it again?" Song Zhiyu looked down at the people around him impatiently.
Si Xi replied irritably, "Fourth Master, you’ve been eating and drinking well these days. What if the wedding attire doesn’t fit?"
Song Zhiyu sneered, "You dog servant, are you saying I’m fat? Do I look like someone who gains weight easily?"
Hmm, the waist area seems a bit tight.
"Fourth Master, the waist is a bit taut. We might need to let it out a bit, or if you drink a couple more cups, the seams might break," the seamstress said tactfully.
Si Xi chuckled, "Did you hear that? I’ve been serving you closely every day. Wouldn’t I know if you’ve gained weight, Fourth Master?"
In the Fufeng Pavilion, there are maid servants, but for close personal service, like bathing and dressing, Song Zhiyu only used young servants, not maid servants.
There used to be maid servants serving closely, but when Song Zhiyu was fourteen, one maid brazenly tried to seduce him. The madam, upon finding out, immediately drove her out.
The madam disliked her son having a woman at such a young age, losing his innocence.
Since then, only Si Xi and another young servant named Si Fu served him closely, though Si Fu was more reserved and often managed the courtyard. Official source is noveⅼfire.net
Song Zhiyu snorted, insisting, "No need for adjustments. I can handle it."
"Master, better to let it out a bit. You can’t go without eating or drinking these days, can you? What if you gain more weight?" Si Xi said. "The weather’s getting cold, and the hotpot’s coming too. You love it, and you tend to gain weight while eating. I’m not afraid of you gaining weight, but weddings are a big deal, and it should be glorious. What if — just what if — at the wedding banquet the seams at the waist burst, wouldn’t that be embarrassing? And it wouldn’t be lucky, would it?"
Song Zhiyu glared, looking for someone to take this tactless servant away and sell him, for free!
"Fourth Master, all your friends will surely come to the wedding. It would be nothing for family to see, but those friends might sing about it for a lifetime! As men, we can’t lose face! We only marry once, it should be perfect and complete," Si Xi continued.
Song Zhiyu said, "You servant, have you been taking comedy lessons behind my back, getting so eloquent? Should I reward you for being impressive?"
Si Xi grinned, "Master’s face is my face. I only hope for your grandeur, never a laughingstock."
"Fine, fine, whatever you say makes sense. I can’t outtalk you. Let it out, quite a bit, alright?" Song Zhiyu rolled his eyes.
The seamstress nodded with a smile and discreetly gave Si Xi a thumbs up, thinking he was really skilled.
At Prince Dingbei’s Mansion, Niu Pan’er was also trying on wedding attire, but unlike Song Zhiyu who needed adjustments to widen, hers needed taking in.