Drunken Li Xuan.
Red lanterns were hung high up, illuminating a path full of flowers. Tonight, the entire restaurant had been booked by wealthy guests, and the interior and exterior were decorated magnificently.
At the busiest hour of the flower Street, a large bridal sedan chair arrived at the entrance.
The curtain of the sedan was lifted, and a high-spirited seventh young master of the Wang family with thick eyebrows and big eyes stepped out of the sedan.
Next to him was a curvaceous woman with a charming face and a hint of nobility. It was Ji Yuhuan, who was a Princess.
If she was an ordinary woman, she might have to pay attention to her reserved etiquette and not be so intimate in public.
However, no one dared to criticize Ji Yuhuan's identity. In addition, she knew better than anyone else the truth of "cherishing the present."
