Mo Wanqing's delicate hand, clothed in a white tulle glove, was gently led by Lante.
It seemed as if he feared that any more pressure would shatter his lovely Princess Consort.
Following behind the two, Louisa and the disguised Angela, Kathleen, were smoothing out the train of the gown.
"Prince Lante! Princess Consort!"
"Princess Consort!"
"Princess Consort!"
When the vampires present finally came to their senses, they began to roar loudly.
It had been a long time since they had attended a prince's wedding.
Today was also special, for the bride of Prince Lante was an Easterner.
Yet, as they watched Mo Wanqing, she did not appear to be Eastern at all.
In the face of the crowd's cheers, Prince Lante waved his hand, returning the atmosphere to silence once again.
"I am very pleased that you could all attend Miss Wanqing's wedding, thank you," said Lante, bowing deeply.
Hm?
At that moment, Xia Liu noticed something odd flickering in Mo Wanqing's eyes.
