Lan Yurou thought that Ya Chen would avoid suspicion and not come tonight.
Unexpectedly, not only did he come, but he also brought Chu Xinyue along.
This means that Ya Chen didn't care about his wife's feelings at all.
Thinking about this, Lan Yurou's beautiful and slender crescent-shaped lips curved up.
Looking from afar, the two of them really do make a striking couple.
But unfortunately, no matter how well they match in appearance, it's useless; there's only a facade of harmony.
In Ya Chen's heart, this wife doesn't exist at all.
Lan Yurou sighed, her lips curling into a self-mocking smile, letting down the curtain, and she returned to the backstage dressing room to continue getting ready.
She wanted to dress beautifully, using her best appearance to show Chu Xinyue that she, Lan Yurou, was not inferior to her, the future crown princess.
...
A dozen minutes later.
The banquet officially started.
The lights in the hall dimmed, and Lan Yurou entered.
