Zhou Wangshu saw Su Yaoguang peeking and tossed something into the sedan chair.
Su Yaoguang looked and, to her surprise, it was a piece of cake.
"Eat something, it might be a while before we have dinner."
Su Yaoguang smiled and nibbled at it.
Her makeup today was beautiful, especially her lipstick, a new shade she had concocted herself that wasn't yet available on the market—no one else had it.
The sound of drums and gongs filled the air, creating a festive atmosphere.
Among the crowd, Xiao Yanci clenched his fists in envy, glaring at Zhou Wangshu.
In his previous life, it was he who married Su Yaoguang and had smooth sailing. In this life, it was Zhou Wangshu who married Su Yaoguang and excelled effortlessly in the imperial examinations.
Su Yaoguang was a lucky star; whoever married her would receive great fortune. It was vexing that he only now understood this truth.
After the bridal sedan returned to Taoyao Square, the next ceremonies began.
