As Grandma Qin stepped aside, Mo Lingwei ran into the courtyard without hesitation.
Through the open doors, he saw his beloved Shen Ningning sitting demurely, her head covered by a wedding veil. He rushed over to her.
The wedding maiden saw this and panicked. "Wait, wait, wait! Your Highness, I should be the one to carry the new bride out."
This was all part of the established procedure. Besides, this was how weddings were always done.
The wedding maiden was supposed to carry the new bride to the sedan chair at the gate, but from the looks of it, Mo Lingwei was about to scoop Shen Ningning up in his arms.
But Mo Lingwei stopped the wedding maiden. "That's not necessary. She's my wife; I'll carry her myself."
With that, he crouched in front of Shen Ningning and gave her hand a gentle tug. She took the cue and hopped onto his back.
