The young man had his coming-of-age ceremony that year, at the same time as a grand wedding banquet filled with new faces.
Draperies of soft red stretched for miles; Nanli Palace was as brightly lit as if it were daytime. The wedding scene—with its silk canopies, curtains, and a procession adorned in red, along with fluttering catkins and fresh flowers—was overwhelmingly beautiful.
Having undergone his coronation ceremony, the Heir of Tianxi took off the black-and-red Daoist robe he was wearing and changed into a dazzling red wedding garment. After formally completing the three bows, the sight of his bride, dressed in phoenix crown and cape, left Fang Geyu stunned for a long while.
Could it be the Tianxi's fourth sword, Yun Rong?!
Could it really be Yun Rong, who was so obsessed with her sword that she knew nothing of worldly love?!
When had Yun Rong married someone?
Fang Geyu was extremely confused.
Amidst the guests, words of congratulations and well-wishes were incessant.
