Feng Yi gazed at Yun Zhao, reaching out to brush his fingers past her bright eyes, which seemed to hold little flames. After a long moment, he said, "I do."
Just as Song Yunzhao was about to speak, she heard Meng Jiuchang begin to hurry them again. "Your Majesty, Jieyu, it's almost time."
Meng Jiuchang was in a difficult position. He didn't want to be a nuisance, but he had no choice. He couldn't let the Emperor be late for important matters.
He had to admire her; he'd never seen anyone as clingy as Song Jieyu who managed not to be annoying. Even he found her pouting charm hard to resist, let alone the Emperor.
Upon hearing this, Song Yunzhao quickly called for attendants to help the Emperor change his clothes. She personally wrung out a cloth to wash his face and hands, and Wangyou Palace instantly bustled with activity.
The sky outside was still dark. Anshun waited, holding a palace lantern, while a line of eunuchs stood in attendance outside Wangyou Palace.
