In Kunde Hall, the Emperor and Lady Liang were having a meal.
"At this moment, my youngest son and his wife are probably in the middle of their wedding ceremony." Although the Prince Mansion isn't far from the Imperial Palace, one can faintly hear the joyous and festive sounds coming from there.
Lady Liang calculated the time and gently said, "The ceremony should be over by now; little ten is probably being urged to drink by the guests."
The Emperor suddenly reached out and held Lady Liang's hand, with a look of guilt on his face, said, "Xiao Xiao, I'm sorry, I can't let you receive the bow from little ten and his bride."
Lady Liang held the Emperor's hand back, smiled softly at him, and said, "Aren't they coming to the palace to bow to me tomorrow?"
"It's still somewhat different." The Emperor had always felt apologetic towards Lady Liang and their son.
