Seven days later.
The so-called auspicious day had long been selected, and once the time arrived, the wedding would be held as scheduled.
Even though Ye Xuan had lived for two lifetimes, he had no experience of getting married. Now, with the wedding day approaching, he found himself extremely nervous.
The news of the marriage had already spread throughout the Ancient World, and now, all factions were aware and had sent ambassadors to offer their congratulations.
The entire Light City was still a scene of bustling activity, with all sorts of gifts and daily necessities being brought in from outside.
In the room of Ling Qianxue and Nangong Yao.
Two bronze mirrors were placed side by side, and in front of each mirror sat a beauty. Several maids were busy behind the beauties, arranging hair, applying makeup...
"Sister, I... I'm so nervous."
