With the wedding arranged, the chaos of the past six months has finally subsided.

Everyone was naturally happy, so the palace servants were busy preparing for the Emperor's wedding.

Lin Xiao was already in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, waiting for their service. He opened his arms and glanced at the palace maid who was busy at work. She picked up the bright red coat and put it on him.

The young palace maid serving him couldn't help but sigh, feeling as if she were seeing her daughter marry off—no, more like the feeling of her younger brother getting married. She sighed to her master.

"Your Majesty, you look absolutely stunning in this outfit! I doubt anyone can compare to you!"

She acted as if she were the older sister, and her expressive face made him both amused and exasperated.

Lin Xiao specifically asked Fu Lingtian to deliver the betrothal gifts, just to see if he really wouldn't be jealous.

He had been secretly unhappy about the women around him for a long time!

His wife is so disobedient; it must be because he spoils her too much!

"Issue the decree that General Fu should prepare the proper betrothal gifts, so as not to disgrace our status!"

"yes."

Women are always subject to too many constraints, even in the open Yuezhi Kingdom. But Princess Xiyao didn't care. She felt that nothing was wrong as long as she could be with the person she loved.

Long Xiyao was a distinguished guest, so Lin Xiao arranged for many palace maids to serve her, but none of them could compare to the personal palace maids who accompanied her as part of her dowry.

The quick-witted Chun'er helped her master comb her hair with gentle movements, but her inherent pride was genuine.

"I've heard that this emperor is a womanizer, with countless beauties in the palace. But for some reason, he suddenly changed his ways a few days ago. I don't understand why you insist on marrying him."

"Even the once so good Prince Feng is now deeply in love with the princess."

Xi Yao was smiling happily, but her face immediately darkened after hearing Chun'er's disrespectful words.

"Chun'er, you mustn't be rude! He is Yan Yu's emperor, the ruler of this land. Fortunately, it's just the two of us, master and servant. What would we do if someone overheard us?"

Chun'er was so frightened that she trembled and knelt down to the side, begging Xi Yao for forgiveness. Her rosy face turned pale.

"Master, Chun'er was wrong, Chun'er will slap herself, I..."

"Your Highness, are you ready? His Majesty is waiting for you."

After Long Xiyao had finished everything she needed to do, the most anticipated part began: their wedding night!

That night, some were happy while others were sad.

Long Xiyao moved to the Princess Palace not far away and was sitting on the big red bed, wearing the wedding dress sent by her mother.

The red veil fell on her head, but the woman shyly intertwined her fingers, proving that she was very nervous.

Lin Xiao, who had been plied with alcohol by the civil and military officials, was wheeled in. Whether he was truly drunk or not, only he knew.

"Another cup, Little Li, why are you pushing the millstone in there?"

"Oh dear, Your Majesty, you're drunk. Her Highness the Princess is waiting for you."

Little Li pushed the person inside, then retreated unscathed, wiping the sweat from his brow.

She thought to herself, "The Emperor is truly amazing. He's taken all the beauties in the land. This little prince will surely be handsome."

Lin Xiao wasn't drunk; he was just pretending to be drunk, touching the door on this side, when he suddenly held his breath.

This fragrance is poisonous!

No, this is Meixiang's fault. Did women in ancient times like this?