Yu Yinglei looked at Ye Yiheng, who was clad in a plain white brocade robe and wore a Jade Crown, covered with an eye veil. He was indeed peerlessly handsome, more beautiful than an Immortal.
Beside him, Leng Yu Yan's hair was pinned with a jade hairpin of the same color, exquisitely radiant, breathtakingly stunning, like a Heavenly Immortal descending to the mortal realm.
The two of them arriving in such fashion outshone the flowers and plants of the Imperial Garden, as well as all the people present.
Yu Yinglei fiercely dug her fingertips into the palm of her hand so she wouldn't fail to smile.
She hadn't expected that Ye Yiheng truly didn't care about her, and had even asked Emperor Tiancheng to hold their wedding tomorrow.
Ye Zhenxian felt uneasy, "Father Emperor, wouldn't tomorrow be too rushed?"
The Emperor looked at Ye Yiheng, "Ah Heng, why don't you explain, apart from being an auspicious day, why else should it be tomorrow?"
