Those watching the ceremony didn't notice anything unusual about the old lady.
As soon as the person was carried inside, Madam Tao noticed that something was wrong with the Grand Madam. Her expression changed slightly, and she ordered someone to keep a close eye on the Grand Madam and not let her leave for even a moment.
Song Yue boarded the bridal sedan chair, clutching a jade ruyi in her hand, and was carried into the Guangjia Prince's Mansion amidst the sounds of music and celebration.
Prince Guangjia wore a long red robe and had a smile on his face.
Today, Zhao Zhiyan is presiding over the wedding ceremony.
He stared intently at Song Yue, who was dressed in a red wedding gown, and felt a pang of pain in his heart as he watched the two of them bow to heaven and earth.
"Bowing to the parents again!" the matchmaker called out.
Prince Guangjia carefully helped Song Yue turn around.
"Why are you in such a hurry for the wedding? The eighth day of next month is an auspicious day," Zhao Zhiyan suddenly said.
Prince Guangjia smiled gently: "It was I who took it upon myself to propose marriage, fearing that such a good girl as Yue would be snatched away by someone else. Anyway, she will enter the family sooner or later, so please grant us your wish, Eighth Imperial Uncle."
Zhao Zhiyan frowned: "Rules are rules. You used to be calm and never acted like this, but now you're becoming more and more unrestrained."
The matchmaker stood there awkwardly, unsure whether she should urge them on.
The wedding ceremony got stuck on the second bow.
"Eighth Imperial Uncle".
The bride's voice came through the red veil; it was soft and gentle, and you could tell from it that she was in a good mood.
"I'm already inside, are you going to carry me back?" she asked with a smile.
Zhao Zhiyan frowned: "Are you just going to let him run wild?"
Song Yue almost wanted to lift the red veil and slam her head against it, saying, "You're already pregnant, and you won't let me get married ahead of time?"
What kind of bullshit rules are these!
But today is her own day, she can't. Suddenly a hand grasped her slender hand, warm and strong: "Eighth Imperial Uncle, it's inevitable that I'll be a little rash when I marry the girl I love. Please grant my request."
Zhao Yunke's eyes were resolute.
"If your father knew you were throwing such a tantrum..."
“If Father Emperor knew that his nephew had married the Third Miss, he would surely be smiling in his grave. After all, it was my own choice, and Father Emperor has always trusted my judgment,” Zhao Yunke insisted.
The atmosphere was deadlocked
Everyone stared at the three of them.
The joyous atmosphere of the celebratory banquet suddenly froze.
Zhao Zhiyan showed no sign of compromise, and slowly stood up, about to speak.
The next moment, a guard brought in a brocade box and respectfully placed the memorial tablet on the main seat. When everyone saw that it was the memorial tablet of Emperor Beiqi, they immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
Zhao Zhiyan turned his head to look at the memorial tablet.
“Last night, I went to the palace to ask my uncle for permission. Only after my uncle agreed did I dare to bring my father’s memorial tablet from the Imperial Ancestral Temple.”
Zhao Yunke remained humble and polite throughout.
But if Zhao Zhiyan were to say anything more, it would seem too aggressive.
With the late emperor's memorial tablet in front, Zhao Zhiyan has no right to sit in the main seat.
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