Wearing a bright red wedding dress, it feels like an unquenchable fire, burning hot against the skin. Li Chen stood in the main hall of the prince's palace, surrounded by the roar of joy. The smiling faces of the guests swayed in front of his eyes, each one like a carefully painted mask. The air was filled with a strong scent of sandalwood, mixed with the scent of powder and alcohol, making him feel dizzy. He just stood quietly. His eyes were unfocused, allowing him to be overwhelmed by the noise around him. The idiot third prince in the capital is getting married today. This is definitely the biggest joke of the year.
Everyone has the same thing hidden in their eyes. It was pity, sarcasm, and gloating at a good show.
