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In the evening, the wedding procession arrived at Fengyang City, just eighty miles from the imperial capital. Fong Yang and Jiang Xi stepped down from their sedan chair and took a rest for the night at a nearby villa, planning to enter the imperial city on their wedding day tomorrow.
The next day, April Eighteenth, the esteemed Regent of the Great Zhou welcomed his bride into the imperial city.
A ten-mile-long red carpet covered the ground, filled with joy and celebration, accompanied by the sounds of drums and gongs.
Thousands gathered on both sides of the street; indeed, the Regent's marriage stirred the world. Such a lavish and grand spectacle nearly rivaled that of a coronation ceremony for a monarch.
The scale of this wedding made all women envious.
However, as everyone admired the event, they couldn't help but feel puzzled. Wasn't Miss Jiang Xi the Eldest Daughter of Feng Yang? Why wasn't she marrying from Feng Yang?
People recalled that not long ago, during the Prime Minister's birthday celebration, the Prime Minister's Wife had publicly announced her divorce, turning the Chancellor into a laughingstock among the citizens.
Could this be why Jiang Xi was not marrying from the Prime Minister's Residence?
As speculation filled their minds, they saw the sedan chair come to a stop outside the gates of Regent's Palace.
A refined young man leading the way spoke gently, "Today is our Sky Pavilion's young lady's wedding day as she marries the Regent of Great Zhou. I hope that you, Regent, will treat her well in the future, and I also wish for all subjects of Great Zhou to treat our young lady kindly."
His calm words stirred up quite a commotion. Wasn't it supposed to be Jiang Family's Eldest Daughter that the Regent was marrying?
How did it turn into Sky Pavilion's young lady?
Under everyone's watchful gaze, the coldly elegant Regent dismounted and approached the sedan chair, directly lifting its curtain.
Inside, Jiang Xi sensed a slight tension in the atmosphere but suddenly saw a long and beautiful hand reaching in from outside.
Jiang Xi paused for a moment, then looked up to meet Fong Yang’s gentle and noble gaze. A faint smile graced her lips as she slowly extended her hand to him.
As Jiang Xi stepped out of the sedan chair and nestled into Fong Yang’s embrace, everyone stood frozen in awe, captivated by the sight of the gentle and smiling woman in the Regent’s arms. They thought to themselves: Isn’t this Lady Jiang? How did she become Sky Pavilion's young lady?
The grand wedding was not the most surprising aspect; what truly astonished everyone was the identity of the bride, Jiang Xi, who had transformed from a despised merchant's daughter into the unattainable young lady of the Sky Pavilion.
Fong Yang paid no mind to the shocked murmurs around him as he carried Jiang Xi into the royal residence. His beloved girl had finally become his wife, and his heart was filled with joy and satisfaction.
The music played softly, with the harmonious sounds of strings filling the air.
Just as Fong Yang was about to step into the hall with Jiang Xi, a voice announced from afar, "Your Majesty, Her Highness the Empress has arrived."
Jiang Xi raised her eyes quietly, knowing that trouble was brewing. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she thought to herself: The Empress should be under house arrest; she certainly knows how to time her appearance perfectly to lift her punishment.
The joyous clamor in the hall suddenly fell silent as everyone bowed in respect.
Fong Gaoyun smiled warmly and said, "No need for such formalities; please rise."
It was as if the unpleasantness from days prior had never occurred.
Indeed, the emperor was a master of disguise; while he secretly wished to kill Fong Yang, he still wore a smile and offered his blessings.
Fong Gaoyun's gaze fell upon Fong Yang and Jiang Xi, particularly lingering on Jiang Xi's stunning beauty. He struggled to suppress his feelings of desire and possessiveness, smiling lightly as he said, "The Empress and I have come to join in the celebration and share a cup of wedding wine. This toast is for Uncle Emperor, congratulating Little Prince on his joyous marriage and harmonious union."
In light of today's festivities, Fong Yang was in good spirits and replied, "Thank you for your blessings, Your Majesty."
He took the cup and drank it down in one go.
Fong Gaoyun poured another cup and said, "This toast is for Imperial Aunt."
When the supreme ruler publicly offered a toast, the proper response was to receive it with utmost reverence. However, Jiang Xi merely smiled lightly and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty," reaching out to take the cup.
Fong Yang immediately extended his hand to block hers and said, "Xi'er is not good at drinking; let me handle this cup." With that, he took it and drank it down once more.
A commotion erupted in the hall as King Qin led the cheers, shouting, "Uncle Emperor is mighty! Uncle Emperor truly cherishes Imperial Aunt to the core!"
Fong Gaoyun felt displeased but chose to hold his tongue, asking the question that weighed on his mind: "Imperial Aunt is the daughter of Sky Pavilion. Why have I never heard of her before?"
Jiang Xi smiled lightly and replied, "My mother has always been low-key. After she divorced my father, she only informed me of her identity. I was quite surprised at the time."
Fong Gaoyun felt a pang of regret; he had not expected Madam Jiang to be the Guild Master of Sky Pavilion. No wonder she had the courage to make the decision to divorce.
If he had known she was the leader of Sky Pavilion, he would never have allowed her to part ways with Chancellor Jiang.
As Fong Gaoyun contemplated what else to ask, he heard Fong Yang speak up: "The Emperor has many questions to ask."
Fong Gaoyun chuckled awkwardly and changed the subject, "Today is a rare joyous occasion. Brothers, why not raise a toast to Uncle Emperor?"
King Qin and the others understood the underlying tension between the Emperor and the Regent and knew it was time for them to show their stance. They quickly poured tea and wine, each stepping forward to raise their cups, surrounding Fong Yang.
A glint of coldness flashed in Fong Yang's eyes.
Suddenly, a young voice broke through, capturing everyone's attention: "I think we brothers should drink a few cups first! Little Prince is getting married today; we mustn't delay the auspicious moment for the newlyweds. Later, when we have time, we can toast Uncle Emperor as well. What do you think, Third Brother?"
The speaker was King Yun, Fong Gaoxiu, currently ranked seventh among the brothers. Known for his low profile and indifference to fame and fortune, his words were seen as merely an attempt to lighten the atmosphere rather than taking sides in any factional struggle.
Fong Gaoyun shot him a glance but chose not to pursue the matter further.
"Since that’s settled, I won’t delay Uncle Emperor and Imperial Aunt’s auspicious moment any longer."
Feng Bu moved quickly and called out cheerfully, "Let’s enter the bridal chamber!"
This way, he could avoid any potential conflict between the Emperor and Regent later on that might drag him into trouble.
Fong Yang held Jiang Xi's hand as they walked together toward the new house.
Yin Ye and Han Yue were overjoyed; their lord had finally married the young lady. Even Han Shuang, who was usually cold and taciturn, wore a faint smile, genuinely wishing the couple a lifetime of happiness together.
Inside the new house, Han Yue and Han Shuang scattered colorful flowers and fruits symbolizing early blessings of children, rolling them into every corner of the bridal bed with good intentions.
Once everything was in order, Fong Yang gently lifted the bridal veil from Jiang Xi's head with a ceremonial scale. The bride's beauty was stunning, captivating beyond words.
Looking at his dignified lord, even under the warm glow of the lights, Fong Yang rarely displayed such tenderness and joy.
The lady-in-waiting was truly taken aback by their enchanting appearance; they were indeed a match made in heaven. She said, "Princess, please take the Wedding Wine."
The act of sharing the cup of wine symbolized a promise of unwavering companionship for life. It was a moment filled with emotion, a glimpse into unspoken guilt and heartache from past lives.
Fong Yang silently gazed at the radiant face of the girl under the red candles, his heart stirred with an overwhelming softness.
The lady-in-waiting took a strand of hair from both Fong Yang and Jiang Xi, tying them together into a Ruyi Heart Knot. The ceremony completed, everyone offered their blessings. Jiang Xi smiled graciously as she accepted their well-wishes, and Fong Yang felt delighted.
Today, everyone in the royal residence received double rewards, except for Yin Ye, who inopportunely reported, "The guests in the outer hall are urging us; should we head over soon, my lord?"
Fong Yang frowned slightly, feeling displeased.
He did not want to leave the new house for even a moment; in fact, he wished someone would immediately send away the emperor and those clan relatives.
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