Zhao Qian glanced at his master’s face and reminded him in a low voice, “Your Majesty, the coronation is happening soon. We’d better not delay.”
Coming back to his senses, Long Yang ordered, “Move out.”
“Move out!” Zhao Qian hurriedly conveyed the order.
The bridal sedan followed the Emperor and moved into the palace.
Sitting in the sedan, Lu Liangwei could feel it moving into the palace slowly and was somewhat dazed. Struck with a sudden thought, she turned her head and raised a hand to remove the veil from her head, but she gave up on it in the end.
Her brother was giving her away today. According to the rules, once he had escorted her to the palace gates, he had to stop and turn back.
Although she could not see it, she could imagine her brother outside the palace gates, watching her bridal sedan enter the palace chambers.
She pursed her lips to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes.
As Lu Liangwei thought, the Lu Family’s troops escorting her halted outside the palace gates.
Lu Tingchen sat on his horse, watching Lu Liangwei’s bridal sedan pass through the gates into the palace.
That girl was probably going to cry, right?
His heart ached at the thought.
He could not bear to see this girl getting married…
He gazed at Lu Liangwei’s bridal sedan from horseback until he could no longer see it. Tightening his grip on the reins, he gritted his teeth and ordered in a low voice, “Turn back.”
Beside him, Wang He glanced at him, feeling a swirl of emotions when he saw his red-rimmed eyes.
It was supposed to be a joyous day, but the entire Grand Duke Family was anything but joyful. The Heir Presumptive was not the only sad person, but the Duke, the Dowager Duchess, and Madam as well.
They could not bear to see Second Miss getting married.
…
When they arrived outside Grand Phoenix Palace, Long Yang halted his horse, and the bridal sedan stopped as well.
Chu Jiu opened the door to the sedan and was about to help Lu Liangwei down, but Long Yang strode over at that moment and she had to step aside.
With Zhu Yu’s support, Lu Liangwei stepped out only to feel a large hand grip her arm, and the next moment, she was enveloped in a man’s embrace.
With the veil covering her head, Lu Liangwei could not see her surroundings at all, but she calmed down a little when she caught the man’s familiar scent. Gripping his sleeve, she reminded him, “Your Majesty, this is inappropriate.”
The corners of Long Yang’s mouth lifted at the girl’s precocious words, and without speaking, he strode into Grand Phoenix Palace with her in his arms.
Zhu Yu and Chu Jiu looked at each other blankly.
Was the Emperor not being a little too impatient?
After a long moment, Zhu Yu plucked up the courage to say, “Miss still has to go through her coronation later, and it’s not dark yet. Surely His Majesty wouldn’t…”
Before she could finish, Long Yang’s dignified voice came from inside. “Come in!”
Only then did Zhu Yu and a group of bride chaperones swarm in.
Lu Liangwei was already sitting on the edge of the bed.
After Long Yang removed her veil, and both of them performed the hair-joining ritual, the bridal chaperones and Zhu Yu left.
Lu Liangwei finally had time to look around at the furnishings in the chamber.
“Are the furnishings to your liking?”
The man’s low and pleased voice suddenly filled Lu Liangwei’s ears, startling her, and she nodded. “Yes.”
Long Yang sat down beside her and held her hand, saying, “Weiwei, you’ve just entered the palace, and though you may not be used to it at first, I hope that you will be as comfortable as you were in the Grand Duke Mansion. You can treat this place as a second Grand Duke Mansion.”
Lu Liangwei turned and looked at him.
It was the first time she looked at him earnestly after taking off her veil.
Much of the solemnness in the Emperor’s eyes seemed to have faded away, and he exuded a warm feeling in his fiery red wedding costume.