Among them were quite a few descendants of the guardian imperial clans, as well as some relatively "ordinary people" who had formed certain bonds with Li Tianming.
Such as Li Muyun, Mo Huan, Zhao Ziyue, and the others.
They all watched Li Tianming, who had come alone to receive his bride yet shone with boundless confidence, their hearts filled with complicated thoughts.
Mo Huan stepped forward, unable to suppress a sigh. "Tianming, you'll only fly higher and higher from now on. We may not even get to see each other more than a few times. Taking this chance, I also have an apology I've held back for a long time."
"What are you apologizing for?" Li Tianming smiled faintly, cutting off the words Mo Huan was about to say. He continued, "No one in this world is born owing anyone anything. Besides, when I was working hard to become the Young Emperor, Tower Master Mo Huan helped me a great deal. If we really have to put it that way, I'm the one who owes you a favor."
Mo Huan was slightly stunned. Then his eyes grew somewhat moist as he nodded. "Alright, then I won't say any more. I wish you smooth sailing in everything to come, including when you marry—but not only in marriage."
At this moment, Tower Master Mo Yu looked at Li Tianming with a somewhat complicated gaze.
The two met each other's eyes, then both smiled and nodded in greeting.
Between men, sometimes there was no need for too many words. In any case, Li Tianming had already received this blessing.
In truth, with Tower Master Mo Yu's discernment, he could fully guess that Li Tianming's marriage to Li Chaoxi was not for any simple purpose.
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if the feelings