Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhi's eyes flashed with an indescribable joy. She gently put down the vermilion brush in her hand, her voice trembling slightly: "Your words, my dear minister, have greatly pleased me. I will immediately have the Imperial Observatory calculate the most auspicious day and time to bestow upon you the title of my Imperial Consort, to jointly rule this vast land."
Upon hearing this, Lin Muhan knelt down, touching his forehead to the ground, and said in a firm yet gentle voice, "Your subject Lin Muhan is willing to obey Your Majesty's decree and to share the same fate with Your Majesty for the rest of my life, never to be separated from you."
Three months later, Dunyang City was decorated with festive decorations, with red silk hanging all over the palace walls and palace lanterns hanging high, illuminating the entire night sky.
Inside and outside the imperial city, drums and music resounded, and the crowds were bustling with joy, all celebrating this unprecedented wedding of the empress and her consort.
Zhao Zhi wore an exquisite phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, embroidered with golden phoenixes spreading their wings, shimmering and dazzling.
Her hair was styled in a high bun, and she wore a nine-phoenix pearl crown. Each pearl radiated a soft and warm light, making her face even more dignified and noble, like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting, inspiring awe and longing in people.
Lin Muhan, on the other hand, wore an exquisite red brocade robe embroidered with auspicious clouds and cranes, symbolizing good fortune and auspiciousness. His hair was gently tied up with a simple yet elegant red jade hairpin, revealing his smooth forehead and his deep, night-sky-like eyes.
His brows revealed an extraordinary and refined air, which complemented Zhao Zhi's nobility perfectly, as if they were a match made in heaven.
The two walked side by side into the magnificent hall, each step striking a beat, as if even heaven and earth were celebrating their union. Inside, the courtiers knelt and shouted "Long live the Emperor!" The entire hall was enveloped in a solemn and sacred atmosphere.
Zhao Zhi and Lin Muhan stood before the altar. The high priest presided over the ceremony, and the two exchanged vows, promising to be together for all eternity. On the high platform, they gazed deeply into each other's eyes.
Below the altar, Imperial Noble Lord Yunzhang, Phoenix Lord Li Jing, Attendant Li Jin, and a group of male attendants who had not yet been granted official ranks looked at the Empress and her consort's hands clasped tightly together, their eyes slightly reddening.
After the ceremony, Lin Muhan and Zhao Zhi rode in a sedan chair through the long imperial road back to their palace.
The night was as dark as ink, and the stars were as numerous as beans.
Inside the palace, red candles burned brightly, their flickering light illuminating the room with a festive and warm atmosphere.
Lin Muhan, dressed in a red brocade robe, sat upright on the couch, a faint smile on his face, his eyes full of expectation and tenderness.
His hair was gently pulled back with a red jade hairpin, revealing his smooth forehead and deep, night-sky-like eyes, making him look like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting, inspiring longing in people's hearts.
At this moment, he was filled with excitement and nervousness. After all, this was the most important moment of his life—to rule the vast country with the Empress as her consort and spend the rest of his life with her.
Although Zhao Zhi had tricked him into marrying her once, claiming to be the Princess of Chaoyang of the Great Xuan Dynasty, on their wedding day, he believed the person he was bowing to was Princess Chaoyang, Zhao Chunhua, not the Zhao Zhi he had longed for. Therefore, while the wedding went smoothly, the experience was far from pleasant.
This time, it was their real wedding.
Suddenly, the door to the palace was gently pushed open, and Zhao Zhi, dressed in a magnificent phoenix coronet and wedding gown, slowly entered. She looked at Lin Muhan sitting on the dragon bed, her eyes filled with tenderness and joy. In just a few short years, who could have imagined that the two would be married again? However, now their identities were reversed; the one wearing the red veil was Lin Muhan, and also her Shen Hanshan.
"My dear minister, today you are my imperial consort." Zhao Zhi's voice trembled slightly as she slowly walked up to Lin Muhan, holding a wedding scale in her hand.
Lin Muhan raised his head slightly and looked at Zhao Zhi. His eyes, behind the bright red wedding veil, were full of affection and tenderness: "Your Majesty, I obey your decree and wish to spend this life with you."
Zhao Zhi smiled gently, lifted the bridal veil, revealing Lin Muhan's handsome face.
Her fingers gently traced his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and his lips, as if admiring a masterpiece of art.
"The Emperor's true face is so handsome it's breathtaking." Zhao Zhi's voice carried a hint of teasing, yet was full of tenderness.
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