Chapter 810: The Wedding Day

In the thirteenth year of Mingde, on the eighth day of the tenth month, it was an auspicious day for marriages.

On a regular day, Fox’s Whisper Pavilion was usually bustling with people, but today it was much quieter.

Inside a room on the second floor, light gauze curtains fluttered, and incense wafted through the air.

A graceful figure lay reclined on a soft couch, listening to the hustle and bustle outside the window with curiosity. “What day is it today? Why is it so lively?”

Su Xiaoyue immediately replied, “Reporting to the clan leader, according to the guests in the attic, today is the day the imperial princess is getting married.”

“Oh?” Su Tianyue blinked and got up to approach the window, pushing it open.

Outside on the street, the crowds flowed like waves converging into the sea, heading in one direction.

Everyone’s faces were filled with joy, and even the street vendors kept shouting—today was a happy day, and all goods were discounted by eighty percent!

“This princess is indeed loved by the people, so many citizens are willing to celebrate for her.”

Su Xiaoyue, upon hearing this, looked at the clan leader’s exquisite profile, wanting to speak but hesitating.

“What’s wrong, am I wrong in what I said?”

“Reporting to the clan leader, the reason why the people are so jubilant is not just because of the princess getting married; the key is the groom, who is quite beloved by the people of Imperial City.”

“Who is he?” Su Tianyue asked curiously.

“It’s Qin Feng.”

Su Tianyue was stunned and then suddenly realized.

She almost forgot that for ordinary people and students from poor backgrounds, that guy was considered a guiding light.

Moreover, Qin Feng had improved the Martial Qi Control Art and invented gunpowder. In numerous crises, he had turned the tide with the methods of the Literature Saint Dao Lineage, and even the soldiers in the army regarded him as a deity.

In Imperial City, who else could be more beloved than him?

“First he married the sword god Liu Jianli, then he married the Dragon Clan, and now he married a princess from the royal family. This guy’s vision is indeed high. I wonder if I, the leader of the Fox Clan, can catch his eye.” Su Tianyue said with a half-smile.

“Clan leader!” Su Xiaoyue exclaimed in shock. She had previously felt that the clan leader seemed to have developed feelings for that guy. Could it be that it wasn’t her imagination?

Su Tianyue showed a strange expression. “Why are you so nervous?”

“Could it be, clan leader, you really have feelings for that guy?”

Upon hearing this, Su Tianyue laughed so hard her branches trembled. “It’s just a joke. At my age, I could be his great-grandmother. What do you think?”

Su Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, finally putting down the heart that had been hanging.

“However, considering the relationship between me and him, he actually didn’t invite me to such a big event as a wedding.”

Su Tianyue narrowed her eyes, feeling somewhat angry. The consequences would be severe.

“Xiaoyue!”

“Clan Leader?”

“Bring a gift and get some wedding wine!”

At the East Gate of Imperial City, Zhan Qingfeng was filled with regret and annoyance.

When he learned that the man in white was the princess and admired Qin Feng, he couldn’t help but want to slap himself for the words he had said back then!

Until now, the princess’s punishment for him hadn’t ended, and he couldn’t remember how long he had been guarding the city gates or how many nights he had spent awake!

“I was still thinking of going to have a glass of wedding wine, but it seems I won’t get the chance.”

Just then, his body suddenly trembled.

His instinct, which had always been afraid of death, told him that something terrifying was approaching Imperial City.

Anya sat at the dressing table, her beauty enhanced by the adornments of makeup, captivating anyone who saw her.

The maids continued to praise her, and the sound of their hurried footsteps filled the air.

Some were arranging her bridal gown, while others were styling her hair.

Various sounds mingled together in chaos.

But she seemed not to hear anything, only the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her chest.

Thump!

Thump!

It was so clear and audible.

She smiled, but her eyes were misty.

With the phoenix crown and the red veil, marrying the man she loved was the lifelong dream of many women, and she had finally achieved it.

She couldn’t help but remember every little detail with Qin Feng.

Their meeting due to an accident, his medical skills, and his literary talent had deeply impressed her and stirred her heart for the first time.

It was like discovering a treasure trove, knowing that she might get deeply involved, but unable to resist the urge to explore.

In the end, it became uncontrollable.

The time spent with him was like the spring breeze tinged with honey, sweet to the depths of her heart with just a casual sniff.

“On such a joyous day, one should be happy.”

Looking towards the source of the voice, Anya spoke softly, “Mother.”

The Empress looked at her daughter with affection, feeling both emotional and relieved.

As a mother, she naturally hoped her daughter would marry into a good family, and Qin Feng, apart from being a little flirtatious, was indeed a good match.

Most importantly, her daughter was happy.

“You are both a princess and a scholar, so you are naturally a bit proud. After marriage, you must learn to restrain yourself. Most men prefer gentle and tender girls.”

“Don’t think about vying for the position of Qin Feng’s legal wife with Jianli. You don’t have the ability, and she, along with that Dragon Clan girl, is probably not good at scheming. As long as you win Qin Feng’s favor, all problems can be solved.”

“Liu Jianli and the Dragon Clan woman may be rare and exceptional women in the world, but as a princess of a nation, you are no less than them. Remember not to underestimate yourself. However, this is something you don’t need to worry too much about.”

Listening to the advice, Anya’s eyes reddened shortly after. “Mother.”

“It’s supposed to be a joyous day, you should be happy,” the Empress said, gently wiping the corners of her eyes and smiling.

“Mm.”

Suddenly, the Empress seemed to notice something and furrowed her brows slightly. “Who made this bridal gown?”

A nearby palace maid replied respectfully, “Reporting to Her Majesty, it was made by the Imperial City’s Imperial Excellence.”

Glancing at Anya’s empty chest area, the Empress instructed, “Bring some lining over.”

Before long, what was once plain began to take shape.

“This looks much better,” the Empress nodded.

Anya glanced at her mother’s chest and then at her own, pondering for a moment before speaking again. “Bring some more lining over.”

The Empress: “.”

The palace maids: “.”