Quick Wear: The Bad Female Supporting Character Is an Evil Cultivator

Andrila hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to speak out her mind: "I... I know how important this wedding is to both countries. I will do my best to be a good princess. However, please allow me to retain my nostalgia for the past, my gratitude and reluctance to part with Tariq."

Albert was moved when he heard this, but he soon regained his composure. He looked at Andrila deeply, then said softly, "Andrila, I understand how you feel. Everyone has their own secrets and memories in their hearts, which cannot be erased. But please believe that I will use all of me to love you and protect you, so that you can feel happiness and peace in the days to come."

When Andrila heard this, tears flashed in her eyes. She held Albert's hand tightly, as if she had found support and strength at this moment. "Thank you, Albert. I will try my best to be a good wife and face the future storms with you."

The two smiled at each other and continued to walk forward. With the blessings of the people, they slowly stepped into the wedding hall. There, a grand ceremony was waiting for them, and a new chapter belonging to them was about to begin.

The wedding hall was magnificent, solemn and elegant. Under the towering dome, countless candles flickered, illuminating the entire space like a dream. The king and queen had already sat on the high platform, their faces filled with kind and gratified smiles. The nobles, dressed in gorgeous dresses, lined up on both sides, waiting for the arrival of the newlyweds.

When Albert and Andrila walked into the hall hand in hand, the whole space seemed to freeze. Everyone's eyes were focused on them, and they gave the most sincere blessings and praises to the newlyweds.

"Look, there's our princess and prince!" someone in the crowd whispered in admiration.

"What a match made in heaven! May their love be as eternal as this candlelight!" said another noble lady with emotion.

Albert and Andrila walked slowly under the gaze of the crowd, their steps firm and powerful, as if every step was stepping on each other's heart. When they walked under the platform, the king and queen stood up and stretched out their hands to them.

"Welcome, my children." The king's voice was deep and solemn. "From today on, you will share the responsibility of protecting this country. May your love be as strong and long-lasting as this kingdom."

The queen came forward, gently hugged Andrilla, and whispered in her ear: "My dear daughter, you will always be the pride of your mother. May you find happiness and peace in your new life."

Andrila felt the warmth and blessings from her family, and tears blurred her eyes. She held back her tears, smiled and nodded, and then looked at Albert. Albert was also looking at her with gentle eyes, as if to say, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Under the auspices of the priest, a solemn and sacred wedding ceremony began. Albert and Andrila exchanged rings and made eternal vows. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and all eyes were focused on them, witnessing this love that transcended national boundaries and identities.

However, for Andrila, this happiness is also mixed with a subtle bitterness. She knows that she will never forget Tariq's deep eyes and deep emotions. But she also understands that she must let go of the past and bravely face the future.

After the wedding, Albert and Andrila walked out of the palace hand in hand to welcome the blessings and cheers from the people. They stood on the balcony of the palace, looking at the jubilant crowd and bright lights below, their hearts filled with gratitude and happiness.

"Albert..." Andrilla said softly.

"What's wrong, my princess?" Albert turned to look at her.

Andrila smiled slightly, with determination and tenderness in her eyes: "Thank you for everything you have given me. I will cherish our love and marriage, and create a beautiful future with you."

Albert's eyes flashed with emotion and relief when he heard this. He held Andrila's hand tightly, as if he wanted to lock this happiness in his palm forever. "Andrila, I will do the same. No matter what difficulties and challenges we encounter in the future, I will fight side by side with you until the end of the world."

In a corner of the palace, the moonlight penetrated the clouds like a thread, and quietly fell on a quiet garden. Tariq stood alone under the old oak tree where they had made a wish together, his eyes piercing through the darkness, as if he wanted to penetrate the walls of the palace and glimpse the moment of happiness that would become eternal. However, when he accidentally saw Albert and Andrila hugging each other tightly on the balcony, with happiness and satisfaction in each other's eyes, an indescribable emotion suddenly surged into his heart, drowning him like a tide.

Tariq's face looked particularly pale under the moonlight, and a trace of pain and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He gently closed his eyes, trying to hide this emotion deep in his heart, but the feeling of emptiness in his heart was like a fallen leaf blown by the wind, unable to calm down. He clenched his hands unconsciously, and his fingertips turned slightly white due to the force, as if only in this way could he feel a trace of real existence.

At this moment, a gentle sound of footsteps broke the tranquility of the night. Tariq opened his eyes and saw a woman in a lavender dress slowly approaching. It was his confidante, Leah. Leah had a pretty face and her eyes were always filled with tenderness and wisdom. She was one of the few confidants of Tariq in the palace.

"Tariq, you don't look right." Leah said softly, her voice like a spring breeze, with a hint of concern. She walked closer to Tariq, her eyes fell on his face, trying to read his inner waves.

Tariq forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying. "I just...feel a little emotional." He answered in a low voice, with a tremor in his voice. He couldn't tell Leah his true feelings, which were a kind of nostalgia for the good old days and a complex emotion about Andrila's future happiness.

Leah was silent for a moment. She seemed to notice the change in Tariq's mood. She sighed softly, and a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes. "Tariq, we all know that you can't let go of the princess, but things have come to this point, and we all have to accept the reality." Although her words were light, they were like a heavy hammer, hitting Tariq's heart.

Tariq's body trembled slightly when he heard this. He turned to look at Leah, his eyes flashing with complex emotions. "I know, I just... need time." He whispered, his voice full of helplessness and struggle.

Leah reached out and gently patted Tariq's shoulder, giving him silent comfort. "Time will dilute everything and bring a new beginning." She said gently, "Besides, you are not alone. No matter what the future holds, I will always be by your side."