Princess Ling'an was already standing here, and her cup was raised. If she just turned around and left, it would be an enormous loss of face.
She simply turned to Li Hongyuan: "Your Highness, I have yet to congratulate you on your wedding."
Li Hongyuan lifted his wine cup, muttered a thank you, and took a sip.
Princess Ling'an looked at his handsome and fresh face, feeling bitter in her heart.
She felt like she was a chaste and loyal woman abandoned by a scumbag in a story.
So great, so brave, so wronged, and so pitiful...
Tears almost welled up in her eyes, moved by her own feelings. She lifted the wine, preparing to drink it all at once—
Just then, a sound of retching came.
Looking up, it was Jiang Ning.
She was holding a piece of sheep milk custard and was bent over, vomiting.
All eyes in the hall shifted from Princess Ling'an to her.
Princess Ling'an was pissed.
