Behind Song Zhen, there was a European-style court carriage straight out of a fairy tale.
The carriage was exquisite and beautiful, wrapped in romantic lace and satin, adorned with various pearls and little bells, looking both pure and full of childlike charm.
Gu Xinzhou was inside the carriage, elegantly serene, gently waving and greeting everyone.
Her long hair was curled and loosely scattered on her shoulders, and she, well-maintained, looked like the most beautiful White Rose in the sunlight, making it believable that she was only 20.
As for Song Zhen's outfit, upon closer inspection, it resembled a knight's attire.
He drove the carriage, carrying his beloved girl to the venue, arriving at the center of the stage amid the cheers and applause of the crowd.
Song Zhen stopped, got off, and very gallantly helped his wife off the carriage.
Qiao Yi watched enviously and exclaimed with delight, "This is just like a prince and princess from a fairy tale, so romantic!"
