On June 8th, Jiang Xiaolin and Tang Xiang held their wedding at Shengdebi Castle.
"Bingxue," Wei'er called to him in the corridor, "Come here for a moment."
Xue Bingxue excused himself from his seat, "What's the matter?"
"Tang Xiang isn't feeling well, Jiang Xiaolin wants you to help check on her."
"Alright."
Xue Bingxue went to the bride's resting room.
Just as Wei'er was about to follow, her skirt was tugged at—it was the tender small hand of a child, "Auntie."
It was little President Ji.
The little one wobbled as he walked, his steps not very steady, "Auntie, hug."
Xue Baoyi followed behind her son, "What auntie? Call her grandma."
The little one mimicked in his milky voice, "Grandma." He reached out, asking to be held.
Wei'er lifted him up, "Do I look that old?"
Xue Baoyi shrugged and laughed slyly, "Bingxue is my Third Young Master; can't escape the hierarchy."
Inside the room, Xue Bingxue had just finished taking Tang Xiang's pulse.
