The rain in April was a little cold.
A century-old wedding that shook the whole of Fan Jing was held in the rain all over the sky.
Hundreds of luxury cars worth tens of millions of yuan slowly drove into the Holy Heart Cathedral.
At the entrance of the church, Shang Muning, who was dressed in a white wedding dress, wore a happy smile that was difficult to hide on her delicate and small face.
It had been five years. She had done everything she could to force the man in her heart to marry her.
Now, she finally put on the wedding dress as she wished and became his wife.
The wedding car stopped outside the main entrance.
The driver hurriedly got out of the car with an umbrella and went to open the door.
The first thing that appeared in everyone's sight was not the men's shiny black leather shoes, but a pair of woman's feet in pink crystal shoes.
A woman in a light pink dress got out of the wedding car.
The woman's face was delicate and she looked no more than twenty-three or twenty-four years old. She was wearing light makeup, and her facial features looked like a painting. She was indescribably delicate and charming. Her whole body exuded a quiet and beautiful temperament, which made people unable to look away at her.
She smiled at the crowd gracefully, without any trace of embarrassment.
Then, as the protagonist today, the man finally came out of the car.
He wore a tailored hand-made suit, which made his slender figure look more perfect. His deep and sharp facial features, like those of the Prince Charming, showed a sense of innate nobility.
In her amber eyes, when she saw the woman who was looking at her with a faint smile, the coldness in her eyes dissipated a lot, and she showed a gentle and sweet smile.
He reached out, grabbed the woman's hand, and walked up the steps in front of the church.
All the guests present were shocked.
As for Shang Muning, who was standing at the door of the church with a smile on her face, the smile on her face faded little by little. Looking at the man and woman who were holding hands and walking toward her with a smile, her long nails dug into her palms, and the pain made her more rational and calm.
In the end, as he said when he woke up that morning, he let her know what it meant to lose face, and what it meant to humiliate herself.
Taking a deep breath, Shang Muning tried hard to squeeze out a smile and met the two people who were coming at her.
"Hubby, today is our wedding day. You brought Sister Yucheng here again."
That smile was so ironic and disgusting in the Emperor's eyes.
He looked at Shang Muning coldly. He did not intend to let go of Mu Yucheng's hand. He just said in a cold voice, "Why do you have to continue acting? Others don't know why the wedding will happen today, but don't you know?"
Shang Muning suppressed the embarrassment in her heart. "What are you talking about? It's almost time. Let's go in first. Mom and Dad are waiting for us."
"Alright." Emperor Junci looked at Shang Muning with eyes filled with ridicule and disdain.
He held Mu Yucheng's hand and ignored Shang Muning, who was beside him. He lifted his foot and walked in.
Shang Muning's outstretched hand froze in the air awkwardly. She looked at the man who brushed past her and bit her lower lip gently. However, she could not help but comfort herself. It did not matter to her. Anyway, after today, Di Ci would be your husband. When that time came, what would Mu Yucheng be?