At daybreak, pale sunlight poured in through the window lattice.
The newlyweds rose early to enter the palace together and formally express gratitude to the emperor and empress.
Meanwhile, the events of the wedding from the day before had already spread through the imperial city like wildfire.
Within a single night, countless versions of the story had appeared in the streets and alleys.
"It turns out that General Helius was the one who first cut off the relationship with his own daughter. No wonder Princess Consort Zora refused to leave from the General's Residence and chose Zora's Manor instead."
"Now that you think about it, General Helius must regret his actions to the point that his intestines have turned green. Who could have imagined back then that the so-called 'waste daughter' would rise to such heights?"
"Compared to Princess Consort now, Luna truly cannot measure up at all. What martial genius? That was just a frog at the bottom of a well."
