Li Qingmu gently embraced Long Yue, resting his chin on her forehead, softly caressing her.
By rights, having one's own woman still thinking of another man should make him angry, disgruntled, and indignant. Indeed, his gaze at Pei Jinheng moments ago was filled with those emotions, genuine and effective. But facing Long Yue now, he felt only heartache.
Yes, his heart ached for all the suffering she had endured, for the fact she had met an unworthy man.
But it was precisely because Pei Jinheng gave up that he could have Yue'er as a wonderful wife, and he was content!
"Bow to the high ancestors—"
"Haha, very good, rise, please!"
In the distance, the wedding continued, Prime Minister Pei was stroking his beard, satisfied with his gentle and virtuous daughter-in-law. Beside him was Mrs. Pei, who took out two pouches and handed them to the newlyweds.
"Husband and wife bow to each other—"
Long Yue raised her eyes and coldly watched the couple bowing to each other.
