Cheng Guang felt inexplicably sentimental by the time his wedding came.
Standing before Cheng Guang, Qing Luan's jade-like hand carried a hint of coolness as she smoothed out the corner of his robe, then daintily stepped back and inspected him.
Her eyes smiled.
"All is ready, Princely Heir."
Cheng Guang nodded, pushed open the door, and walked toward the grand hall of Duke Zhen's Mansion, with Qing Luan following him.
Along the way, Cheng Guang noticed that numerous soldiers had appeared within Duke Zhen's Mansion. They all wore smiles upon seeing Cheng Guang, respectfully nodding and saluting until he had passed, before returning to their tasks.
Cheng Guang could faintly hear their discussions.
"It must be said, the Princely Heir is truly exceptionally handsome."
"And indeed, only a figure like the Princely Heir could be a match for Miss Qin."
"Most of us in the Northern Expedition Army are rough men, hardly a match for someone like Miss Qin."
