The two of them stood tall, with rosy complexions, and their brows were filled with joy and excitement.

The man on horseback is like a triumphant hero marrying his beloved bride. The scene is magnificent.

"Wow, our Majesty is so handsome!

"Yeah, right? Look at the prince next to him, he's also very handsome. Wow, he's really pleasing to the eyes. This trip was really worth it."

Murong Ye and Ouyang Mingxu rode on tall horses to welcome the bride, and the people's exclamations of amazement never stopped along the way.

They all admired the two men's heroic spirit.

Murong Ye was like a banished immortal from the nine heavens, untainted by dust and independent of the world.

However, at this moment, despite his forced restraint, the curve of his mouth could not be lowered.

This actually added a touch of worldly charm to him and made him seem much more approachable.

On the other hand, Ouyang Mingxu kept chattering along the way, as if he could chat with anyone.

His handsomeness is vivid and lively, warm and vivid.

"Wow, Prince, you are so handsome!"

"Look, His Majesty and the Crown Prince seem to get along well."

"Wow, the prince's smile is so sweet! It's so sweet that it touches my heart..."

Faced with the cheers from the people around him, Ouyang Mingxu became even more excited.

"What? You ask me who I married? That who? Come here, I married the only female Prime Minister in history!"

"Who is the female Prime Minister? That who? Are you from this country? The female Prime Minister is naturally the wife I am about to marry!"

"Oh, yes, yes, she's incredibly intelligent and resourceful, with a beauty so stunning she could overshadow the moon and shame the flowers. Jiang! Wan! Yue! Hahahaha..."

"Is there any need to ask? I'm happy, of course I'm happy!"

Ouyang Mingxu laughed loudly and raised his eyebrows at Murong Ye as if to show off.

Murong Ye: ...

Everyone: ...

Everyone looked at each other with puzzled eyes, as if asking each other: Did anyone of you ask who he married just now?

They all knew the identity of the bride in this grand wedding.

Hmm... Why do I feel like the answer to my question is irrelevant and Versailles-esque?

Everyone: It’s an illusion, it must be my illusion.

Fugui: Everyone sits together, basic exercises, don't be 6, practice makes perfect...