"Zhao Rong, I...do I look good?"

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and coughed lightly.

"It looks good, but remember to wear a veil later."

"Um."

Shortly after.

The carriage slowly stopped.

Zhao Rong got out of the car first, took a look at the majestic palace, turned around and smiled at the respectful python-robed eunuchs around him.

Suddenly, a jade hand stretched out.

He grabbed Zhao Rong's hand.

Soft little hands.
Chapter completed!