The midday sun was warm and dazzling.
Qi Wuya spotted the beautiful woman in red in a glance.
She was holding He Ying's hand with a smile on her face that he had never seen before.
It stung his eyes.
He Ying!
Damn it!
The man standing beside her should have been him!
He clenched his fists tightly, just barely suppressing the urge to rush forward and kill He Ying.
Sang Yan also felt that feverishly intense gaze amid the crowd.
There was no need to look to know it was Qi Wuya!
Bad luck!
Sang Yan frowned and gripped He Ying's hand even tighter.
If only that could infuriate Qi Wuya to death!
The commoners at the dock were amazed by He Ying and Sang Yan's grace and beauty.
The usually noisy dock had also turned silent.
They were all focused on the two of them.
Pei Muyang and the others had already been waiting on the deck.
"Emperor, Empress—" He came forward to greet and kneel.
