Seeing this, Liu Hong took Song Yue's small hand, squeezed it hard, and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I'm here."
"Um."
Feeling the warmth from the Emperor's palm, Song Yue's face, hidden under her veil, flushed slightly, and the nervousness in her heart vanished instantly.
Liu Hong then gave a few instructions to Zhang Rang beside him, who respectfully acknowledged the order and then walked to the front of the carriage.
"His Majesty has decreed: This wedding day is a day for the people to celebrate together, so there is no need for them to perform rituals or be reserved."
Subsequently, the Imperial Guards soldiers guarding both sides loudly read Liu Hong's edict to the crowd of people who had come to offer their congratulations.
"The parade begins!!"
With a loud shout from the master of ceremonies, the carriage slowly moved again. In front of all the people, Liu Hong held Song Yue's small hand and waved to the people on both sides.
The people on both sides also offered their most sincere blessings to the emperor and empress.
The parade route started from Nangong Palace, passed through four city gates, and circled around Luoyang. The roads along the way were crowded with people watching the ceremony.
Every so often, the emperor and empress's carriages would be greeted by cheers that resounded through the sky.
The parade didn't end until sunset, but the people still lingered in the streets, reluctant to leave.
The gentle yet powerful emperor and the beautiful and dignified empress left a deep impression on the people.
That night, a lively banquet was also held in front of Weiyang Palace.
All civil and military officials, relatives and nobles, and military officers were present.
The banquet was especially lively among the young military generals such as Lü Bu, Dong Zhuo, and Huang Zhong.
Even Hu Guang, who was over eighty years old, was beaming with health and pulled Chen Fan and a group of old ministers to drink together.
Inside the Weiyang Palace, in the sleeping quarters, Song Yue sat nervously on the couch, awaiting the Emperor's arrival.
Before long, Liu Hong arrived at the bedchamber. Looking at the Empress waiting for him, he couldn't help but smile slightly. He then stepped forward, lifted his veil, and sat down next to Song Yue.
"You must be tired after a long day."
"fine."
Song Yue lowered her head and gave a soft reply.
Liu Hong took Song Yue's hand: "It's getting late, let's rest."
"Your Majesty, please allow me to serve you..."
Recalling what her mother had told her about serving the emperor, Song Yue's face flushed crimson, and her voice became barely audible.
"To serve in bed?"
Liu Hong smiled and nodded: "Okay."
With that, Liu Hong swept Song Yue up in his arms...
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