On the streets of Jiang City, every household had hung red silk and flowers three days prior.
Even the main street was paved with top-grade silk, decorated with opulence and grandeur, yet romantic and sweet. The citizens, whether they were original residents of the Ancient Witch Country or travelers from afar, stood on both sides of the street, holding flowers in their hands, beaming with joyful smiles on this festive day.
The flower cart, adorned with countless flowers, slowly approached from the Imperial Palace, with the groom and bride sitting on it, handsome and beautiful, like a couple made in heaven.
There were as many as ten people carrying the flower cart.
And the person walking at the forefront on the right side wore a red, luxurious robe, beautiful yet not enchanting, with an outstanding demeanor.
Perhaps the most captivating to everyone's attention, apart from the couple on the cart, would be her.
