At that time, it was early spring, the snow had just melted not long ago, and the chill was still present.
The Crown Prince of Daqing Country and Princess Zhao Hua of Yan Country held a royal marriage.
For miles, there were red dowries, and countless rose petals were spread along the roadside. As the cold wind gently blew, the petals on the ground drifted with the wind. Numerous trees in the Capital City were adorned with red ribbons.
Newly brewed wine, freshly tailored garments. It was a time for marrying off men and women.
This wedding was exceedingly grand, giving full respect to Yan Country.
The Eastern Palace was filled with joy, ablaze with festive cheer. In contrast to the celebrations outside, the small courtyard in the southwest was frighteningly cold, with only a single candle lit. The weak candlelight illuminated the room, where Liu Qingxi sat quietly, neither sad nor happy.
The current situation was something that had to be faced.
