The two of them bowed.
"The ceremony is over!"
As the ceremonial officer's clear voice spread through the hall, fireworks erupted on the many mountains outside Suming Peak!
Bright patterns bloomed in the sky. Even during the day, one could still see the flickering light.
36 Respected Elder Ming stroked his beard and sighed. "The Sky-Cloud Empire hasn't been so lively in a long time…"
Now that His Highness has finally gotten what he wanted, I am relieved.
Rong Xiu held Chu Liuyue's hand tightly, and the two of them walked side by side into the innermost part of the hall.
There was a distinguished bench. It was clearly reserved for His Grace and the princess consort.
The red train of her dress, as thin as gauze, streaked silently across the black jade floor.
As they walked, the tassels on the phoenix crown swayed gently.