Third Princess, Please Hold the Staff!

She had waited for this day for a long time, thinking that her love had finally come to fruition. But in reality, the man in front of her didn't have the slightest bit of fond feelings toward her.

Melodious ceremonial music reached her ears, and she was currently in the spotlight, high above the masses. She had thought that she would feel proud and be on cloud nine on this day, but she ended up feeling empty instead. As the memory of Jiang Yucheng's painting surfaced in her mind, her hands started trembling with uncontrollable anger.

Jiang Yucheng was just about to bow to Shangguan Wan when he noticed that she wasn't doing the same. His eyes gleamed coldly before he called out to her in a gentle and soft manner. "Wan'er."

From his smiling face and gentle tone, it seemed as if he was afraid of startling her, but the look in his eyes was ever so cold.