Chapter 647: May You Soon Be Blessed with a Child!
Mu Yunyao wore a faint smile as she stepped forward and leaned into Su Qing’s embrace.
“Mother, Yao’er will come to see you again in three days. When I do, I want to eat the eight-treasure rice you make with your own hands.”
At those words, Su Qing could not help but pause in surprise, and then she smiled.
“Very well. When the time comes, Mother will cook plenty—enough to leave you too full to move.”
Though Yao’er was getting married, she would still remain right under Su Qing’s very eyes. And Yue Wang, that child, was someone whose character she knew well enough. He would certainly never let her daughter suffer any grievance.
“Anything Mother makes, no matter how much, I could never have enough of.”
Seeing that Su Qing had grown a little less sorrowful, Mu Yunyao stepped back and knelt to Grand Princess Yide in formal thanks.
“Grandmother, Yao’er is being married today.”
Grand Princess Yide slipped a pair of blood-jade bangles, inlaid with coiling dragons and phoenixes, from her own wrist.
“These are the bangles I wore when I was married. Today, I place them in your hands. I bless you and Yue Wang with a lifetime of devotion and a marriage that lasts to old age.”
Mu Yunyao removed the green jade bangles she had been wearing and replaced them with the blood-jade pair Grand Princess Yide had given her. Her eyes shone bright and steady.
“Many thanks, Grandmother.”
A burst of commotion rose outside.
“His Highness Yue Wang has arrived!”
Jin Lan and Jin Qiao stepped forward to help Mu Yunyao rise, then withdrew to one side with smiling faces.
At the same moment, the eight doors of the main hall were opened together. When Mu Yunyao turned her head, she saw Yue Wang standing beyond them.
He wore solemn wedding robes, and the rich crimson only served to make the sharp clarity of his features all the more striking. He stood upright and still, his dark hair falling loose behind him, the red-gold crown upon his head blazing with light. In ordinary times, he was always cold and keen, like a blade honed to cut through darkness and filth alike. But now, his eyes were filled only with gentleness, like a red flame quietly burning in the night—without earth-shaking force, yet hot enough to sear the heart.
Yue Wang was looking at Mu Yunyao in just the same way.
He had seen the wedding gown long ago and knew how breathtaking it was. But only now, seeing her actually wearing it, did he understand that there existed a kind of beauty so stunning that language itself could no longer describe it.
Her hair was styled in a canluan chignon, which made the graceful line of her neck appear all the more slender. A sunrise-five-phoenix hairpin with hanging pearls held her dark hair firmly in place, revealing a face of incomparable loveliness. Her eyes held the softness of autumn waters, her glances endlessly expressive; her brows curved like a new moon, tender and full of feeling. Now, as she smiled at him, her dimples bloomed like flowers, radiant and enchantingly lovely, and from that moment on, no other beauty existed in his eyes.
Yue Wang’s back drew taut. In his vision, there remained only the beautiful figure of Mu Yunyao in her wedding robes. For a moment, his throat felt unbearably dry, and his whole body seemed strangely weightless, as though he were standing in the clouds. His joy was so great that the scene before him almost felt unreal.
Was he truly about to marry Yao’er?
“Fourth Master...”
A soft voice reached his ears.
Yue Wang felt as though something crashed through his mind with a roar. In an instant, he was grounded again. The sounds around him rushed back into his hearing, but he had no attention to spare for any of them. He strode into the main hall in great steps and seized Mu Yunyao’s hand at once.
Mu Yunyao froze, then, seeing Yue Wang’s tightly pressed lips and stubborn expression, could not help laughing aloud.
“Fourth Master, the master of ceremonies was just asking you to bow. Why have you run straight into the hall instead?”
At the side, Yu Wang pinched his own arm to stop himself from bursting into laughter. He had thought he himself had been nervous enough on his own wedding day, but his fourth brother was even worse. On the road over, Yue Wang’s expression had been as cool as ever, no different from usual, and Yu Wang had thought him perfectly composed. Who could have known that the moment he reached the front of Yuhua Palace’s main hall, he would look as if he no longer knew where to put his hands or feet? Just now, the palace attendants had reminded him to bow, yet even after being prompted twice, he had failed to react. And once he finally did react, instead of bowing, he charged straight into the hall and grabbed hold of the bride! That single moment alone would be enough for Yu Wang to laugh over for three years.
Yue Wang came back to himself and nearly wished he could bury his head in a crack in the ground. In his nervousness, he had failed to hear a single word of the attendants’ reminders. But now that he had already come into the hall, retreating only to go back out again would be the true peak of humiliation. So instead, he simply lifted his robe and knelt down beside Mu Yunyao.
“Jun Yue pays his respects to Grandmother and to honored Mother-in-law.”
Mu Yunyao’s cheeks flushed bright red at once.
This man... this man actually addressed them like that...
Though she and Yue Wang were not related by blood, their respective generations were what they were, and after marriage, the forms of address had always been awkward. She had originally thought that each could simply continue calling the elders in their own accustomed way. She had never expected that Yue Wang would change his mode of address outright.
Grand Princess Yide could not help laughing aloud.
“Enough, enough. Don’t just kneel there foolishly. Since Yunyao has no elder brother to carry her out, you may simply take her yourself.”
This foolish boy, she thought, had probably fixed his entire heart on marrying his bride and thrown every other thought right out of his head.
Yue Wang nodded at once. He stepped forward and directly lifted Mu Yunyao into his arms. Unable to contain his delight, he even gave her a small upward bounce, setting the dangling ornaments in her hair trembling wildly so that flashes of dazzling light scattered from them.
“Yao’er, let us go get married.”
Mu Yunyao lifted her arms to circle Yue Wang’s neck, the smile on her face brighter than the wedding sedan itself.
“Fourth Master, carrying me like this must be tiring. It would be enough just to carry me on your back.”
Yue Wang immediately shook his head. “You are my treasure. It is only right to hold you like this.”
And without caring in the least for her attempts to stop him, he strode straight out.
One of the full-blessing matrons hurried after them.
“Your Highness Yue Wang—the bridal veil, the bridal veil has not been put on yet!”
Yu Wang finally gave up resisting and wheezed out laughing.
Grandpa Cheng secretly rolled his eyes at him. Yu Wang was meant to become Crown Prince, and yet he could be so lacking in dignity—hmph. And then, when Grandpa Cheng turned and looked again at his own master striding away with the Princess Consort in his arms, he immediately broke into a grin so wide his eyes nearly disappeared. Married! His own Wang Ye was finally getting married! From this day onward, he must live with all his might and struggle to stay alive long enough to see the little prince’s wedding day as well!
The red carpet wound all the way out of the palace. Yue Wang carried Mu Yunyao like that the entire way to the palace gates, only stopping once they had arrived there to set her carefully into the wedding sedan.
Beneath the red bridal veil on her head, with the tassels hanging down, Mu Yunyao could see only Yue Wang’s robes.
Once she had settled into her seat, Yue Wang bent to arrange her skirt for her. From the full-blessing matron who had hurried up behind them, he took the ruyi scepter and the apple, then carefully placed them in Mu Yunyao’s hands.
“Yao’er, wait patiently a little while. Very soon, we shall be going home.”
Mu Yunyao could not help curving her lips.
“All right.”
Yue Wang broke into a broad grin, the expression carrying a trace of unmistakable foolishness.
Yu Heng felt he could hardly bear to look. In order to keep his master from becoming the laughingstock of the capital, he hurried forward to remind him,
“Wang Ye, please lower the sedan curtain. The auspicious hour is nearly upon us.”
At last, the bride procession began to move.
Seated within the wedding sedan, Mu Yunyao remembered what she had heard earlier—that the people had tied silk flowers to the trees lining both sides of the road. Unable to resist, she lifted her veil and, through the little side window of the sedan, looked out toward the roadside.
In winter, the scenery should have been bleak and bare. Yet now the trees were all in bloom, each branch crowded with silk flowers of every color. From afar, they resembled drifting clouds of rosy light gathered upon the boughs.
As the wedding procession passed, the people could not help calling out their blessings at the tops of their voices:
“Ten thousand years to the Princess!”
“May Wang Ye and the Princess grow old together!”
“May you enjoy a hundred years of harmony and enduring love!”
“May you soon be blessed with a child!”
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