Kaily rubbed her temples and lightly tapped her husband's arm with a court fan, speaking in a half-playful, half-reproachful tone. "No discussing that today."
"Alright, dear." Baron Bull scratched his head sheepishly.
"Look, the bride is arriving."
Someone cried out in excitement, pointing toward the entrance. The crowd immediately rushed out of Fierce Stallion Castle to watch, but instinctively parted to both sides of the doorway so as not to block the path of the day's main characters.
Maids began scattering flower petals. In the distance, the carriage came to a stop, and the bride stepped down to walk the rest of the way.
Her cheeks flushed, the bride lifted her skirt slightly and walked forward slowly under the escort of her family.
The son of Baron Fierce Stallion, known as "Little Fierce Stallion," Annie Rui, wore perfectly tailored and exquisite attire. Though his face still carried a youthful air, his spirit was high, like a knight returning in triumph.
