Zhao Yun stood dumbfounded, staring blankly at Liu Ruoxin in her wedding attire.,The night in the ancient city was bustling with activity. Red lanterns hung high, as bright as flowers, and the streets were crowded with people. There were also traveling performers, swallowing fire, juggling, and displaying their skills, with cheers rising and falling throughout the square.,Though he was disliked by others, he wasn't angry.。