Early morning.
Li Mansion.
Song Mu'er sipped her porridge, looking at the empty seat opposite her, and curiously asked, "Where are Brother Li Nuo and Sister Jiaren? Why haven't they come for breakfast?"
In her impression, Sister Jiaren was rarely one to linger in bed.
Nor would there be a situation where she was up and Sister Jiaren was still in bed.
Brother Li Nuo, on the other hand, often lingered in bed, which she had already grown accustomed to.
Su Qing popped a piece of pastry into her mouth and said, "Just eat your meal, child. Don't ask so many questions."
Song Mu'er's mouth was bulging, making it difficult to ask any further questions.
A while later, two figures walked in from outside.
Li Nuo and Song Jiaren entered hand in hand, taking their seats at the table.
Indeed, the two had gotten up late this morning.
After being married for over a year, it was only last night that they finally completed all the steps of their wedding ceremony.
