Xia Dong'er took one step at a time, moving up the steps.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
The Empress of Qin ascended the altar.
As if she was stepping up to the supreme position of Empress of Qin, the mother of the kingdom.
Finally!
Xia Dong'er walked step by step to the top of the altar.
Ying Zheng stepped forward and tightly held Xia Dong'er's hand.
"Efang."
"I finally did it."
"Heaven's protection, I haven't lost you."
In front of everyone, Ying Zheng gazed passionately at Xia Dong'er.
Even though Xia Dong'er was no longer the teenage girl who had once returned to Qin with Ying Zheng, even though the woman before him was in her mid-thirties with her appearance having changed, and even though she was not among the rare beauties of the world, in Ying Zheng's eyes, his Efang was the most beautiful, the best.
And she is his most cherished wife.
In the next moment.
Ying Zheng hugged Xia Dong'er tightly.
Not wanting to lose her again.
