The wedding procession was moving forward.
Ji Chengjue sat proudly on a white horse, with a reserved smile on his face, yet his demeanor exuded genuine confidence and openness.
It had been a very, very long time,
truly a very long time,
that he had forgotten the last time he carried himself with such poise in front of outsiders, despite being a prince.
People are naturally happy when they experience joyous events. Perhaps, the only regret now is that the one with the surname Zheng is not here; otherwise, if he were riding beside him as his groomsman, today would truly be perfect.
It's a pity that Zheng couldn't see this confident side of him today.
As the procession passed the main street, it soon encountered another procession. This was a group made up of flower carts, which weren't the wheeled kind, but rather carried by anywhere from over ten to nearly a hundred strong men. On top of these carts was a platform, lavishly decorated on all sides.
On each flower cart,
