Wedding Night

In the next few days, the Flying Serpent Saint Emperor, Ao Tianyun, announced to the world that Zhou Han and Ao Zhen's wedding was completed as scheduled.

The commotion outside gradually calmed down. In the bridal room, Ao Zhen, who was wearing a red veil, was shy and nervous, although it had developed a little quickly.

However, this was what she was looking forward to.

"Zhen'er, you're so beautiful!" Zhou Han lifted his red veil and sighed gently when he saw Ao Zhen's perfect and peerless beauty.

"Darling Zhou~"

"You're also very handsome, the most handsome man in the world!"

"It's Zhen'er's fortune to be able to marry you!" Ao Zhen smiled, her eyes watery.

She was not arrogant because she was a princess. The man opposite her was the man she loved deeply, so she did not hide her love.

She was such an innocent person. As before, she had not changed.