Zhi'er was greatly shocked after hearing this.
Her dark eyes flickered: "Brother Fuce, your consideration is truly thorough, right!"
Feng Fuce nodded.
With a hint of a smile on his thin lips, he looked at Zhi'er: "Anyway, it's just for show; I won't actually do anything, you can rest assured."
"Hmm!" Zhi'er nodded, then suddenly reacted: "Hmm?"
What did he mean by not doing anything, what else could he do?
Zhi'er was somewhat puzzled.
At this moment, Jin Lian called her from inside the room.
"Zhi'er, come try your wedding dress, we've fixed it up for you!"
Because the wedding date was set in a rush, Zhi'er's wedding dress was hastily crafted by the embroidery ladies working together.
Many parts were not the right size, and the threads were sticking out.
Fortunately, Jin Lian and the other palace servants of Changle Hall were skillful, quickly helping Zhi'er adjust the wedding dress.
Zhi'er said to Feng Fuce: "I'll head back first then, see you tomorrow!"
