One month later.
Anqi's wedding was held on time.
No one would have thought that the person who finally captured Shangguan Liuyun was her.
On this day, many women were heartbroken, as that man who was the public's beloved finally had a place to call his own.
"Miss Xiao, do you take this handsome Mr. Shangguan Liuyun beside you to be your lawfully wedded husband? For better, for worse..."
In the audience, everyone was looking at them with expressions of blessing, when suddenly someone hurriedly ran in and tapped Qiao Yaoran on the shoulder.
"Young Master!"
Qiao Yaoran was shocked. Wasn't this the old butler by his grandfather's side? Why would he come to the Royal City?
"Uncle Feng, why are you here?"
"Young Master, can I take a moment of your time? I have something to say to you."
