Youyou's face turned red.
She had sat on it when she was young, but why did she feel that something was wrong now?
She only felt that the Emperor's hand on her waist was burning.
Youyou held her breath, not daring to breathe too loudly.
The Emperor raised a cup of wine and the two of them crossed their fingers. At this moment, Lu Youyou felt that it was real.
"Yo, yo, I have no regrets to be able to spend this life with you." Only when he was with Youyou did he find what he wanted.
After the two finished drinking, the red candle slowly extinguished.
Under the night sky, the Emperor carried Youyou, who was dressed in a long dress, onto the wedding bed.
Youyou wore a string of golden rice on her hand. If one looked closely, one could see that each grain of rice had the word 'blessing' engraved on it.
This was a gift from the little beggar.
