The city gate was bustling with noise and excitement.
Drums and gongs resounded, and the cheers of the people rose even higher.
Mu Zhan Yun and Mu Tong Yun curiously leaned against the window of the carriage to look outside.
Li Yuzhu glanced outside and held Mu Yuanxiu's hand, "Yuanxiu, you must have planned this grand event for a long time, right? Thank you for your hard work."
"I owe you so much; these are what you deserve." Mu Yuanxiu embraced her, "Beiyang is colder than Zhao Country, much colder than Zhen An Prefecture. Yu Zhu, by having you stay here with me, will you blame me?"
Li Yuzhu thought of her past life; she was an orphan then, what hardship hadn't she endured?
"You are my husband, wherever you go, I will go. We promised to never be apart." Li Yuzhu looked up at him.
"Yes, we will never be apart..." In past lives, in this life, in future lives.
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The carriage entered the city, and it was indeed more lively than outside the city.
