"Back then, you really did well to preside over Feng'er's wedding feast."
"Otherwise, you would have missed Feng'er's grand wedding."
Recalling the time when Zhao Feng held his wedding in Xianyang, Ying Zheng sat among the elders, while Xia Wuqie smiled again.
"Perhaps it was the heavens blessing us, destiny itself."
"Heaven has always blessed me," Ying Zheng said with a smiling face.
"Indeed."
"The heavens have always been kind to our family," Xia Wuqie agreed, nodding.
At this moment.
"Grandpa."
"We have arrived."
"Why is the door closed?"
Zhao Qi's voice could be heard.
"Open the door, open the door," Zhao Ling said, gently tapping the door.
"Young Master, Young Miss."
"The Great King is inside discussing matters, please wait a moment,"
Zhao Gao's voice was a bit anxious and uneasy.
