At nine o'clock in the morning, the wedding officially began. At this time, the spacious church was filled with people, all friends and relatives of the Yang Family. Everyone was gathered together, ready to witness a pair of newlyweds joining hands.
As elegant music slowly played, Nanrong Wanqing, dressed in a white wedding gown, appeared at the church door. For a moment, the guests present all stood up, focusing their attention on Nanrong Wanqing. Her exquisite face, fair skin, lightly applied makeup, coupled with the pure white wedding dress, made her look like a celestial maiden walking gracefully, indescribably beautiful.
Beside her stood a spirited old man. If Ling Chen were here, he would definitely be surprised to recognize that it was Nanrong Yong.
