Liu Bei's title as a virtuous and righteous gentleman was even more dazzling, known in every household.
Yet beneath this joyous atmosphere, there lingered a strange aura unknown to ordinary people.
"The auspicious time has come, the bride and groom shall bow to the hall!"
With a loud clear call, Mi Xiang, adorned in a radiant bridal gown, gracefully entered under the admiring gazes of countless men and the envious eyes of women. Beside her, aged more than a cycle older than Mi Xiang, was Liu Bei. Each held an end of a red silk ribbon, with a big red embroidery hanging in the middle.
Compared to Liu Bei's beaming face, Mi Xiang appeared somewhat melancholy, walking with a blank expression. The deep eye bags, unmasked by heavy makeup, along with bloodshot eyes clearly told everyone she had experienced a heart-wrenching cry the day before.
