The Third Prince and Bu Tinghe knelt down hand in hand and thanked Baili Qingcang. The two of them stood together and smiled at each other. They looked like a perfect match.

Bu Jinglan held his wine cup and slightly pursed his lips. There was a gloomy look in his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking. Only when he occasionally looked at Shen Ninghua would the smile on his lips deepen.

Just as Bu Jinglan returned to his seat, he bumped into the maid who was ...