At the wedding banquet of Li Xingsheng and Ling Yuezi, everyone else was happy, except for Li Xing'an, who was depressed and bored.
His father, Li Boxuan, wanted to kick him to death, scaring him into hiding in the corner to eat at the banquet.
Waiting until the fireworks show after the banquet, he took advantage of the chaos to sneak out of the Imperial Palace.
At the palace gates, there were many carriages and horses from the officials who had come to the banquet.
Li Xing'an stood among the crowd of carriages and horses, sighing, looking for his carriage.
By this time, the sky was darkening, making it impossible to see clearly which carriage belonged to whom.
"Third Prince? Over here!" A young servant, standing on the driving seat of a carriage, waved at him with a smile.
Li Xing'an shook his head and walked over, "Why did you park the carriage in the middle? How do you plan to get out?"
The young servant was Li Xing'an's carriage driver.
