The red silk had been laid out all the way from the Gong Prince residence.
This was Han Qiao's intention.
The red cloth was also bought from the Heng family.
Li Zhao carried Li Mi on his back and went out. After putting her in the bridal sedan, he turned to Han Chi, "I'll leave my sister in your hands. I believe that you're a man of your word and will treat her well."
"Han Chi, we are brothers and friends. I believe in your character. No matter what, don't make her sad. I only have one sister. If you bully her, I won't let you off."
Han Chi bowed.
"Don't worry, Big Brother."
"Being young doesn't mean that I'm immature. I understand everything."
Li Zhao patted Han Chi's shoulder, "Let's go. Don't miss your own wedding."
"Yes," The bride's escort team set off.
Firecrackers and suona horns were sounded.