When Wang Ben returned, the imperial carriage, pulled by nine horses, followed behind him. Wang Jian and his wife immediately adopted a solemn expression.
Before the couple could speak, the carriage's stairs were laid down.
Ying Zheng stepped out slowly, but he did not leave right away. Instead, he reached out his hand, and Princess Liuyang's hand, from inside the carriage, rested in his.
"Liuyang," Ying Zheng said gently. "Today, your father is giving you away in marriage."
Holding his daughter's hand, he descended from the carriage and slowly headed towards the Wang Mansion.
"This subject pays his respects, Great King," Wang Jian immediately stepped forward, bowing respectfully.
"Today, there are no kings and subjects," Ying Zheng replied with a slight smile. "I am here simply as a father, sending his daughter off."
"Ben," Wang Jian, understanding at once, called out.
"Present," Wang Ben acknowledged with a nod, then quickly approached Ying Zheng.
