Until now, she finally understood that she was just an ordinary person who could also have expectations, and those things she once thought she didn’t care about were simply because she hadn’t t soone who ward her heart.
At this mont, the warmth from Su Yu’s palm seed to reach straight to her heart, making her feel a bit excited, and inexplicably moved.
This was sothing she had never imagined, and never experienced before.
It felt as if she was walking on a long road, though her eyes couldn’t see ahead, her heart felt particularly at ease, because soone would be holding her hand, walking with her all the way, clearing obstacles and smoothing out every difficulty.
When they reached the bridal room, Su Yu personally helped Han Jing to sit down.
Su Yu didn’t have many acquaintances in the capital. There should have been won accompanying in the bridal room, but Su Yu dismissed them. Su Yaogeng thought that too many people might affect Han Jing, as there was still a lot of gossip about her, so after discussion, it was decided no outsiders would enter the bridal room.
Su Yu lifted the veil and t Han Jing’s clear eyes. As their gazes locked, Han Jing couldn’t help but smile lightly.
"What are you laughing at?" Su Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly in a very good mood.
Han Jing blinked: "I just find it unbelievable that I married you just like this, why?"
Su Yu reached out and pinched her face: "No need for why, you were destined to be mine."
Han Jing chuckled softly, but Su Yu frowned, looking at the slightly red substance on his fingers, a bit stiff: "What is this?"
"Hahaha, it’s powder, applied too thickly, along with rouge..." Han Jing couldn’t help but laugh out loud, let him pinch, let him pinch, hahaha, he got a handful, didn’t he?
Seeing her laughing like that, Su Yu lightly coughed: "I’ll go wash it off, I’ll head out for a bit, Brother still has to return to the palace, I’ll see him off. You freshen up and eat sothing, rest early, I’ll co back soon."
Han Jing...
"Why are you coming back early?" The mont she said it, Han Jing realized she had asked the wrong question, was she just looking for trouble... How could she ask sothing like that?
Su Yu fixed his gaze on her, causing Han Jing’s face to flush a bit.
After a long pause, Su Yu slowly uttered a few words: "What do you think?"
Han Jing pushed him with her hand: "Sir, take care; no need to see you off."
Su Yu, amused, wanted to habitually ruffle her hair, but seeing her head full of the phoenix crown, he had nowhere to start, so he stiffly retracted his hand, slightly lifted his head, and turned to leave.
Han Jing, with her sharp eyes, spotted the slightly suspicious red hue at the base of his fair ears.
Han Jing’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat; she unexpectedly found, Su Yu to be sowhat adorable?
After Su Yu left, Han Jing called Mu Jin and Dongbao to help her remove the phoenix crown from her head, and the layer of makeup thick enough to rub off powder; every ti she ntioned the costics here, she and An Chuxue had to sigh and reminisce a bit about their old skincare products.
The auspicious ti was close to noon, so there was still plenty of ti. After Han Jing refreshed herself, soone brought in a tray of food. It was a tall, cold-looking girl in blue. Judging by her aura, Han Jing felt she must also be a Spirit Cultivator.
One of Su Yu’s people?
"Lan Lan greets the Princess Consort." Lan Lan’s voice, like her person, was cold, and carried a slight stiffness.
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