Willows sway gently in the breeze, and the magnificent spring scenery unfolds like a beautiful scroll. The spring sun shines brightly, bringing the essence of spring to the entire earth. The Phoenix Palace is brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful ribbons, resembling a sea of red. The palace servants coming and going all wear warm smiles, their joy impossible to conceal.
Today is the wedding day of Princess Anle, the most favored princess in the entire Ziyang City, so naturally, everyone is filled with joy. Leaving aside Princess Anle's favored status, even the identity of her husband is extraordinary. Born into a humble family, he is handsome and exceptionally talented. Upon entering officialdom, he was immediately favored by the Emperor and, through his own abilities, climbed his way up to the position of Minister of Justice. If it weren't for the Emperor's intervention, he would likely have already been chosen by other wealthy young ladies, making him the dream lover of countless young women in the capital.
The fiery red wedding dress, like a burning flame, possessed a dazzling beauty, pure and passionate. Exquisite gold thread woven into a phoenix soaring high, a magnificent phoenix crown adorning her head, and a beaded veil obscuring her delicate face. Her jet-black hair was styled into a bun, adorned with two golden phoenix hairpins on either side, and her pearl earrings shone brightly.
The girl had delicate features, and her face still had a touch of baby fat, making her even more charming and adorable. Her dark pupils sparkled with a mischievous and lively light, and her peach blossom eyes were as clear as a pool of water.
The Empress, dressed in a red phoenix robe, was tidying up her daughter's makeup in a side hall. Looking at her daughter's exquisite face in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat. She turned away and wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, afraid that her daughter would see and feel even more reluctant to part with her.
"Mother, is it beautiful?" Princess Anle tilted her head slightly, her smile widening, but her eyes couldn't help but well up with tears.
"Of course she looks beautiful, and Mother Anle is naturally beautiful. Today is Anle's wedding day, so you must be a happy and beautiful bride." The Empress quickly wiped away her daughter's tears, afraid that she would wet her makeup, and coaxed her with a sob in her heart.
"Mmm!" Sniffing, Princess Anle reached out and hugged the Empress's slender waist, feeling a bittersweet mix of emotions. The truth would eventually come out; she had known for a long time that he wasn't the Empress's biological daughter, but she had never cared.
Although she wasn't the Empress's biological daughter and they weren't related by blood, the Empress's love and affection for her were undeniable. Princess Anle was very content and naturally wouldn't ask for anything more.
As for her biological mother, the little princess lowered her eyelids. Long eyelashes obscured the expression in her eyes, a dark light flickering within them.
"His Majesty has arrived—" A familiar voice rang out, and before anyone could react, a figure in bright yellow robes burst into the fiery red palace. Looking at his graceful daughter, Wuyou felt immense satisfaction, mixed with a touch of reluctance.
The little princess is truly adorable. Although she is pampered by her family, she never takes it for granted. She often embroiders handkerchiefs, sachets, and other things for them, and is the joy of the whole family.
Moreover, Helan Wuyou always felt a bit of guilt and pity for the little princess. This girl should have enjoyed a life of wealth and glory. But she died young at the hands of her mother, passing away in this desolate palace, hastily passing the rest of her life.
Whether it's out of repentance or affection, Wuyou's doting on the little princess is undeniable.
"Greetings, Your Majesty, Father Emperor—" Before the two could kneel, Wuyou quickly helped them up. He patted his daughter's shoulder with a smile, his voice incredibly gentle.
"Today is the day of Father Emperor Anle's wedding, there is no need for formalities. I hope that Anle, like your title, will live a life of peace and happiness. If that brat Dong Yunle dares to bully you in the future, remember to go back to the palace and tell Father Emperor. Father Emperor will avenge you. If that doesn't work, there are still your brothers, they will definitely not let you suffer."
These earnest words of advice revealed the parents' boundless love and care, and Princess Anle's eyes welled up with tears again. Seeing this, Wuyou quickly smiled and waved to Xiaxiazi.
"My peace and happiness deserve the best of the world. Remember, you are a princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty. You are of noble birth and do not need to be subservient to anyone, nor do you need to compromise yourself for anyone." Wuyou handed over a black wooden box, his tone filled with arrogant pride, but everyone knew he had the right to be arrogant.
As the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he led the country to its peak, controlled the court, and conquered all sides. He was undoubtedly an extremely successful emperor.
Upon opening the wooden box, a dazzling emerald green hue comes into view—the very item most cherished by the emperor.
“Father…” Princess Anle couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and rushed into Wuyou’s arms, hugging her father’s strong waist tightly.
Everyone knew that the jade prayer beads were the Emperor's personal possession, carried with him for many years, which undoubtedly demonstrated Princess Anle's status in his heart. Even with a new emperor, regardless of sibling affection, he would still show her some consideration for the sake of the jade prayer beads. Such a sincere heart was truly touching.
"Alright, Father's daughter Anle should get into the bridal sedan chair now." Wuyou helped his daughter put on the red bridal veil and escorted her all the way to the sedan chair. Those who witnessed this scene were even more impressed by the Emperor's affection for Princess Anle.
Through the fiery red wedding veil, he watched his familiar relatives gradually walk away. Anle's tears streamed down his face, yet he felt an unprecedented sense of relief. He took a small sachet from around his neck, stared at it for a long time, then lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and threw it out.
With so many loving relatives, why should he care about his heartless birth mother? No one knew that over a decade ago, he had overheard that conversation in Consort Shun's Chengqian Palace and learned about his origins. It was impossible not to be heartbroken by his birth mother's rejection and betrayal. Even Anle was no exception.
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