The flower-laden carriage slowly made its way toward the Imperial Palace gates, escorted by a convoy of cars.
"Bang..."
Just as the door to the flower carriage opened, a loud boom echoed from the sky.
Enormous fireworks burst forth, covering the entire Imperial Palace in an instant.
The previously dim sky was completely lit up.
"So beautiful..." Shen Li raised her head to look at the sky.
The fireworks didn't fade away but kept renewing themselves, with patterns changing again and again.
Eventually, they formed a string of red hearts, suspended high above.
"Not as beautiful as you," Huo Siyu whispered, holding Shen Li's hand.
The moment Shen Li, clad in her wedding dress, stepped out, he was truly stunned.
"You certainly have a way with words," Shen Li laughed, "But today, you look very handsome too."
