"Professional totems of national music... Oh my, I recognize it! On the right is the Black Jade Flute, an ancient musical instrument created by Nuwa!"

"The one drawn on the left looks somewhat like the Fu Xiqin!"

"So these are the instruments of Fu Xi and Nuwa? Wow, that’s very thoughtful. They perfectly match Professor Gu and Xiao Sha’s union made in heaven."

The crowd was full of praises.

Zuzi, however, barely moved her lips.

Oh well, no need to explain. Our ancestor mainly wanted to send Xiao Sha something valuable, so he dug up a wine jar, only to find that it contained a painting instead of wine. She hadn’t even managed to unfold it for a look.

Had she known, she wouldn’t have gifted this painting; it’s quite embarrassing.

But Gu Qiusha was very delighted, holding the scroll like a treasure: "Zuzi, you and mommy share the same mind. The style I drew on the wedding invitation is similar, but your work is a thousand times better. You’ve been keeping such astonishing talent from mommy!"

Gu Yuzhi was also very satisfied: "Harmony between qin and se, such artistic conception. Thank you, Zuzi."

"This scroll is too precious; I need someone to help me take good care of it." Gu Qiusha looked around, "Where’s Jing Yan?"

She didn’t trust the servants and wanted a member of the Gu Family to help keep it safe. Xi Rubao and the others were all wearing gown dresses, so it was inconvenient for them to carry the scroll. Her first thought was Gu Jingyan.

After all, he always carries his archaeological backpack wherever he goes; it was perfect for the job.

But after a round of searching, she couldn’t find him: "That rascal, the moment we need him, he disappears."

Gu Yuzhi valued it highly: "It’s alright, I’ll take it myself."

"How can that do? Let us handle it." Xi Rubao volunteered.

Gu Yuzhi shook his head, took off his tie, wrapped it around the scroll, and hung it on his arm; it was quite secure.

Gu Qiusha chuckled: "Still, my brother has a solution."

Everyone couldn’t hold back their laughter, guessing that Professor Gu was probably the groom who cared the least about his image, willing to do anything to please his wife.

The wedding banquet began bustlingly, and the guests were all delighted.

After Zuzi took her seat at the main table, the spot next to her was empty.

She raised an eyebrow, staring for a few seconds.

Before she could speak, Gu Yuzhi remembered: "Bao Gucheng said he would go outside to greet you; didn’t you two meet?"

"Didn’t meet," Xi Rubao was surprised, "Could Mr. Bo have gone straight to the school to meet you?"

Gu Yuzhi thought for a moment; it was certainly possible.

The old rascal was indeed diligent toward Zuzi, but they had missed each other due to a twist of fate.

"This rascal, maybe he’s just too old to have a partner, feeling envious at someone else’s wedding. Hmph, I’ll call him back pronto." The old Mr. Bo felt quite humiliated, starting to make phone calls to Bao Gucheng.

Unexpectedly, after calling frantically for a long time, Bao Gucheng didn’t answer the phone.

In the end, he even directly turned off his phone.

The old Mr. Bo felt even more disgraced: "This rascal had better have a reason like getting into a car accident on the way, otherwise I won’t forgive him for missing such an important occasion!"

Everyone laughed: "Old sir, you arrived late and missed seeing Mr. Bo’s sincerity in gifting... he definitely wouldn’t be absent."

Gu Qiusha, however, was a bit worried: "Old sir, please don’t mention car accidents and such, it’s quite inauspicious. Mr. Bo will certainly be fine; I’ll send someone out to look."

Zuzi listened to everyone’s discussion and sighed softly.

Her jade fingers lightly pinched out a spell in the air: "No worries, everyone, no need to be concerned."

She cast the Peace Spell.

Although it’s a simple little spell, it’s enough to ensure the safety of ordinary humans.