The drums rolled gently, and the pavilion doors opened.
Lan Xia stepped out, supported on both sides by her attendants.
A path of red silk had been laid from the Phoenix Pavilion to the Grand Ancestral Courtyard, where the joining ceremony would take place.
As she walked, numerous disciples gathered along the sides, whispering their awe. Even the elders straightened their robes when the bride passed by, their expressions softening in respect.
Prince Zetian watched silently, his calm expression giving away nothing, while the Fifth Prince raised an eyebrow, perhaps making quiet comparisons, perhaps plotting something deeper.
The two processions moved slowly toward the ancestral courtyard from opposite directions.
Mark's procession turned the corner of the lotus pond just as Lan Xia's reached the far end of the red carpet.
