An unprecedentedly grand wedding had drawn to a close, but the waves it stirred up were far from subsiding.
Earlier, the more people had deliberately played it down and ignored it,
now, the more people were staring at it like they'd gone mad.
…
West Garden,
inside a pavilion half-hidden by an artificial rock mountain,
the Princess sat on a stone bench,
holding a handful of feed, scattering it to the fish swimming in the pond outside the pavilion.
West Garden was built by Qian people; exquisitely ingenious, with green waves rippling amid the rockery, fish darting through them, making a charming scene.
One could say that, when it comes to enjoying life, Qian people are absolutely at the forefront of the East—no, of the entire age.
"Brother, you're late."
The Princess spoke.
Behind her, Li Liangshen's figure appeared, along with that simple, ancient greatsword that never left his side.
