As the boisterous procession moved through the alley, the guests all went out to greet and watch.
Pei Ye, along with these southern heroes, rose together and went to the front courtyard. The wide avenue was already surrounded by people, and the long procession was heading towards the main residence.
Pei Ye had hardly ever witnessed a wedding procession. Today was probably the most elaborate ceremony he'd ever seen, the rituals going through several rounds before Yong Ji could finally lead Li Youlong down side by side.
Pei Ye gazed at the distant figure of Meng'er, and after a while, he caught a glimpse of her profile in the rear of a small carriage.
The maid was leaning against the carriage window, looking at her own prince, her chin slightly puckered, with an unintentional small smile at the corner of her lips.
Pei Ye watched her for a while, and slowly, a faint smile formed at the corner of his mouth.
