She is currently mentally unstable and her thinking is incomplete. As things stand, she doesn't think there's anything wrong with her, but she can't guarantee that she will continue to think this way in the future.

Ye Wuxia turned around and touched Fang Ruotang's forehead with her temple.

That's enough, it's a joyous occasion, just be happy.

We should face the future when it comes, and not let worries about the future diminish our present happiness.

The wedding procession circled the city, and Ye Wuxia truly stole the show. He overheard people saying that he and the Grand Preceptor were a perfect match, and he was extremely pleased.

Upon arriving at the Prime Minister's residence, Fang Ruotang dismounted first and then carried Ye Wuxia directly into the residence.

The other five men witnessed this scene and nearly crushed their back gums.

Huo Zhige thought bitterly, "Look at his smug look."

The young prince looked on with envy, "When will it be my turn?"

Huo Zhige rolled his eyes at him and immediately followed the other spectators into the main hall.

In the main hall, Fang Ruotang put Ye Wuxia down, took the red silk cloth from the matchmaker, and stuffed one end into Ye Wuxia's hand.

The time was perfect, and Mr. and Mrs. Fang were already seated.

The matchmaker chants.

Bow to heaven and earth, bow to parents, and husband and wife bow to each other.

Until a voice said, "Send them to the bridal chamber."

Fang Ruotang picked her up and carried her in a princess carry, taking Ye Wuxia straight back to the bridal chamber.

Ye Wuxia smiled so broadly that his gums were visible and his eyes were almost closed. Anyone who saw him could tell how happy he was. Especially when they arrived at the bridal chamber and the couple drank the nuptial wine and looked into each other's eyes, the restless desire in their bodies was so strong that it almost materialized.