Qingliu briefly described the specific process.

"So, we have to wait at the mansion for a whole day before we can drink in the eldest master's wedding wine in the evening?"

Liu Bang couldn't believe it. He thought he could have wine at noon.

"Of course, that's how royal weddings always are."

Qingliu glanced at him and complained.

On the other side, Fusu had already brought Mengzhi into the palace.

Ying Zheng sat in the center of the Xuanyan Hall, surrounded by many royal relatives, and Fusu's brothers and sisters stood on the side.

Everyone sat upright with a happy look on their face.

Even Ying Zheng's expression seemed much more relaxed.

Of course, there was an "outsider" mixed in among so many royal relatives.

Some realizations seemed to sweep towards her.

It was Zhao Jun. She was also arranged to sit inside, although not in the middle seat.

But everyone present had some blood relationship with Fusu, which made Zhao Jun seem a little out of place.

But this was the decision of Fusu and the king, and they did not dare to have any objections.

Zhao Jun felt a little embarrassed when he first sat here.

After all, apart from Ying Zheng, she didn't know many people.

But when Fusu came in holding Mengzhi, she no longer cared about those things.

Fusu smiled very appropriately, and Mengzhi next to him looked very beautiful in a green outer robe with a red lining and an elegant headdress.

Zhao Jun stared at the two people carefully for a long time.

A perfect match indeed.

She couldn't help but sigh quietly in her heart.

She watched Fusu grow up and saw him get to where he is today.

I feel quite gratified that my son has grown up.