Once upon a time, Chen Ji thought that every step of the four thousand-mile journey was meaningless.
So, he returned the six golden melon seeds to Bai Li, returned the silver and title to the court, and returned the red cloth strips with 'year after year, age after age' written on them to the wind, but he forgot to return himself to himself.
But what he experienced in the past year was not meaningless, was it?
Chen Ji looked at the Sun, Moon, and Stars Flag fluttering in the wind, as the marriage procession slowly set off. For the first time in centuries, the Imperial Capital witnessed a groom and bride riding a horse together for their wedding, the groom without a big red flower on his chest, and the bride without a red veil on her head.
It was also the first time that the Imperial Escort attended a wedding for a bastard.
Suddenly, the strands of hair at the nape of Zhang Xia's neck drifted to his nose. He rubbed his nose and smiled, answering Zhang Xia, "Yes."
