Huahua didn't want to marry Zha Lie at all, she was just playing with Zha Lie, and he felt the same, but now it was a marriage bestowed by the Emperor, and neither of them could refuse.
The wedding customs on the grassland were different from others; although everyone attended in their finest clothing, the guests all knew what their union was really about, so no one really let loose and had fun.
Inside the tent, Nan Feng could only faintly hear the noise from afar. She wasn't a guest, so she didn't need to drink celebratory wine. As for Brother Fu, she had no idea what he had been busy with these past few days.
But by noon, someone still brought food, quite a feast, yet Nan Feng liked only the small plate of lettuce.
Having been there for so long, she had grown tired of meat, so she asked the maid serving her in newly learned Dasun Language, "Why is there only one plate of green vegetables? Are there no others?"
