67 The Ending (Part 2)
◎Hand in hand with your loved one◎
Xie Yutang flicked his wrist, knocking over the porcelain cup of jasmine tea on the edge of the table. A slender hand steadily caught the cup, the clear tea inside swayed slightly, and it was gently placed back on the table without spilling a drop.
She followed the hands and looked down, and what came into view was the young man's handsome features, who was looking at her gently.
“...A-Mian”.
He called her softly, but Xie Yutang dared not answer. She stared at him intently, as if afraid that he would vanish like smoke in the next instant.
“It’s not a hallucination.” Su Lu felt a pang of pain in his heart. He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his face. “Feel it, is it hot?”
It is hot.
So real.
Xie Yutang's fingertips slowly traced down his cheek, across his well-defined jawline, and stopped at his neck.
The pulse beat strongly, the warm blood flowed beneath the skin—everything was clear and real.
Xie Yutang pulled the person down and kissed him fiercely, receiving an equally passionate response in return.
Her hands gripped his hair, as if she wanted to crush him completely into her bones. When they parted, panting, Xie Yutang's lips were still stained with his blood. She raised her hand to wipe it away, spreading it between her fingertips. It was fresh, bright red, without any eerie, dark blue light.
Su Lu knew what she was worried about, and offered her wrist: "The poison has really been cured, feel it."
Xie Yutang pressed his fingertip against his pulse point. The previous clash of energy dissipated, and the pulse was now steady and strong, indicating that the poison had been neutralized.
She breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Su Lu's deep voice: "What if my poison hasn't been completely cleared yet?"
He was bitten on the corner of his lip by her, and if there was still poison in the blood, Xie Yutang would be dead at this moment without the Spirit Control Guide.
Su Lu's gaze was deep, and almost for the first time, he expressed his disapproval so forcefully: "Master, are you trying to die with me?"
Xie Yutang avoided his gaze: "I am the Son of Heaven, not so easy to die."
"..."
Su Lu was so angry he laughed.
He hadn't realized she had this sense of humor before.
Knowing she was in the wrong, Xie Yutang lowered her eyes to look at his wrist. Her red jade bracelet, no longer obstructed by her fingers, slid smoothly down her forearm and settled firmly on her wrist bone. Underneath the jade bracelet, the porcelain-white skin revealed faint veins and protruding blue veins.
The red crescent moon mark is gone.
Su Lu pinched the back of her neck, a gesture of reassurance mixed with undisguised indulgence: "I still have Spirit Control Instructions; you can take them when you get back."
In order to control him, she deliberately gave him poison, but he used it on himself and never intended to use it to control others. If you really count, there should be several more pills.
"Nonsense!"
Xie Yutang grabbed his wrist. "If I had known you were planning this, I wouldn't have given it to you in the first place."
She stared at him, her eyes extremely serious: "No more taking it, do you hear me?"
The voice carried a warning tone, as if it wouldn't stop until it saw him nod.
Su Lu stared at her for a while, then nodded and said okay.
What was with the regret in that tone?
Xie Yutang pulled him close: "Hand over all the poison pills you have. I have a record of how many Huaijin gave you. If the numbers don't match—"
Seeing her narrow her eyes dangerously, Su Lu couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, I'll do as my master says. I promise to hand over everything, not a single one."
His obedient demeanor pleased her, and Xie Yutang felt slightly relieved. Then, as if remembering something, she reached out and brushed his hair aside: "Why is it wet?"
Not only that, the person in front of me exuded a refreshing, cool, snowy aura, and even the tip of their tongue had a minty fragrance when their lips and teeth were entwined just now.
Xie Yutang asked suspiciously, "You took a bath?"
Su Lu nodded as if it were a matter of course: "I've been lying in bed for more than a month, and I'm afraid it would be disrespectful to the master if I came here abruptly."
"..."
Xie Yutang choked for a moment, which was rare for him.
He made it sound so easy.
Since that poison was Emperor Chongde's last resort for self-defense, it must not be an ordinary poison. He had only been cut on the waist and had been lying in bed like a living dead for so long. When he was at his weakest, he was only hanging on by a thread. But he had just walked through the gates of hell and went to take a bath as soon as he woke up. He really thought he was lucky to be alive.
What if you slip, fall, get cold, or get irritated?
"I used hot water." Seeing her looking like she was facing a formidable enemy, Su Lu was both amused and exasperated. "Don't worry, Master, I'm not that delicate."
Xie Yutang was still worried: "You dare to run out with your hair still wet? Let's see if you can still laugh when you have a migraine."
She asked Woyu to bring a clean towel, and then asked Huaijin to go to the Imperial Hospital to invite Physician Liu.
Before Su Lu could say anything, he was pressed down on the throne, and Xie Yutang personally wiped his hair with a handkerchief that had been brought to him.
“Master, you are now the ruler of a country, this is inappropriate.”
Xie Yutang's hands didn't stop moving. He exclaimed, "Oh! You're already acting like a dutiful husband before you're even married into the family?"
"..."
Helpless, Su Lu watched as Imperial Physician Liu's footsteps drew closer and closer, and finally managed to persuade Xie Yutang to stop for the time being and put on a show of imperial dignity in front of his ministers and palace servants.
The handkerchief was put down, but Xie Yutang wouldn't let Su Lu get up from the throne. Anyway, the chair was spacious enough for two people to sit comfortably.
When Imperial Physician Liu entered, he saw their Empress sitting casually, her arm around Su Lu's waist, and her hand, adorned with a red jade ring, giving Su Lu's waist a playful pinch.
...
Physician Liu, with his eyes fixed straight ahead and focused on his nose and mind, took the patient's pulse.
When Xie Yutang brought Su Lu back from Happy Valley, he brazenly made him take off his shirt to examine his injuries. Imperial Physician Liu knew that this young master Su was probably different in Xie Yutang's heart, so he examined him more carefully.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty. The two poisons have neutralized each other, and the Crown Prince is now perfectly healthy."
This means that even the poison from the Spirit Control Inducing Technique was neutralized.
Both of them already knew the truth, but Xie Yutang was relieved to hear Physician Liu confirm it himself. He then asked Physician Liu to prescribe some medicine to regulate Su Lu's body before dismissing the others.
When Imperial Physician Liu entered, he looked straight ahead with an air of composure, but when he left, he practically bowed his head to the ground. Huai Jin and Wo Yu, seeing this, understood perfectly well what was going on. They dismissed the palace servants, closed the palace doors, and personally stood guard at the entrance.
After everyone left, Xie Yutang continued to dry people's hair, and in the process, she brazenly took advantage of them quite a bit. Su Lu also let her have her way, only tilting her head back, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she closed her eyes: "...I heard everything you said to me when I was unconscious."
He steadied his breathing, suppressing a smile, and asked, "When do you plan to marry me?"
"When you wake up, I will personally propose marriage to the Northern Rong, and we will hold a grand wedding ceremony to welcome you into our family and make you my imperial consort."
His words stirred her memories, and Xie Yutang's ears turned red. She couldn't help but tighten her grip: "Hearing that you still had the nerve to lie there for so long, do you know how much I—"
Her throat tightened, and Su Lu felt as if a million ants were biting his heart. A mix of pain and sweetness welled up inside him. Ignoring the pain in his hair from her pulling, he gently kissed her to comfort her, his voice hoarse at the end: "If I don't wake up, what do you plan to do, A-Mian?"
They even dared to mention "can't wake up".
Xie Yutang bit down on his neck in a fit of rage, biting without any restraint until she tasted the blood. Then she said bitterly, "I have many plans—the third son of the Vice Minister of Rites, the youngest son of the Vice Minister of State Affairs, and the grandson of Grand Secretary Ge, all young talents, and handsome as they are. I will take them all into my harem one by one, favoring this one today and pampering that one tomorrow. I don't know how many there will be—"
The rest of her words were swallowed by her lips and tongue. Su Lu, with an unusually forceful manner, pressed down hard on the back of her neck, kissing her so hard that she could hardly breathe.
Xie Yutang was clearly the more experienced one, but for some reason Su Lu improved very quickly. Even a kiss could make her whole body go weak, and her fingertips curled up from excessive trembling.
...
"Where is the crabapple blossom that my master gave me?"
The long kiss finally ended, and he asked her between breaths. Xie Yutang said that she had picked crabapple blossoms that morning. When he came from the corridor, he saw that there were many crabapple trees planted in the palace, with bright red flowers covering the branches, and each flower was in full bloom.
Xie Yutang took a while to regain her senses. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she was about to speak when Huai Jin knocked on the door and said, "Your Majesty, everything is ready."
Huai Jin waited outside the hall for a while with a tray in hand. Then the hall door opened from the inside, and the cold, snowy atmosphere wafted out.
The young lady's lips were much darker than usual, glistening with a seductive sheen. Huai Jin glanced at them once before respectfully lowering her head. Xie Yutang took the things from her hands, and Huai Jin quietly closed the palace door behind her.
Su Lu straightened his wrinkled clothes and looked up, startled to see what Xie Yutang had placed on the table: "...What's this?"
Xie Yutang washed his hands in the copper basin and was heating a slender silver needle over the fire when he tossed him a bottle of medicinal wine and a clean handkerchief with his eyelids down: "Didn't you say you wanted crabapple blossoms?"
The vermilion crescent moon on his wrist disappeared along with the release of the Spirit Control spell, and Xie Yutang was about to leave her mark again.
The red jade bracelet was temporarily removed, and Su Lu watched as she used a fine brush dipped in cinnabar to gently draw a pattern of begonia on his wrist. Then, she used a heated needle dipped in red pigment from a dish to pierce his skin along the lines.
The pigment in that dish was different from cinnabar, yet it had no smell.
“It’s crabapple juice. I had Huaijin and Woyu pick the best blooming ones, wash them, and crush them.” Xie Yutang didn’t look up, but seemed to know what he was looking at. He paused, then added, “The ones I picked this morning are in there too.”
When it was just the two of them, she still referred to herself as "I".
Su Lu looked up and saw Xie Yutang with his head down, carefully fiddling with his wrist. Blood beads seeped out, mixing with the flower juice to form a lingering red.
The pain in his wrist meant nothing to him. He watched quietly as the begonia gradually took shape and blossomed in its most beautiful form on his wrist.
From then on, anyone who saw this tattoo would instantly understand who this body belonged to.
The sun shone brightly outside the window, and the crabapple blossoms adorned the branches. The red walls and green tiles encircled the three thousand layers of palaces, yet he felt an extraordinary sense of tranquility and peace at this moment.
*
As for the Northern Rong, no matter how good Xie Shiyi's disguise skills are, it can't last forever. Fortunately, Su Lu had dealt with most of the thorny issues in the court before leaving, and had also deterred most of them. So, nothing major has happened in the past month or so.
Xie Qi was in charge of daily official duties, while Xue Ying delivered the larger messages. When Su Lu was unconscious, Xie Yutang handled these messages on his behalf. Now that Su Lu, the legitimate King of Beirong, had awakened, Xie Yutang was happy to relax. Not only did he push all the affairs of Beirong onto him, but he even wanted him to approve some of the memorials from Da Yan as well.
Su Lu looked at the stacks of documents piled up in front of him, then glanced at Xie Yutang, who was leisurely sipping tea with his leg shaking, and paused for a moment: "...Master, aren't you afraid I'll seize power?"
Xie Yutang took a bite of the almond shortbread he had made, without even lifting her eyelids: "Would you like some?"
"..."
Su Lu looked at the memorial from a certain minister of Da Yan in front of him, and had a lot to say but no words.
If someone seizes power and then spends all their time looking at this junk, I doubt many people would want to sit in that position.
—It's so boring.
Not every official is qualified to attend the morning court session and meet the emperor. Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, local officials are submitting all sorts of trivial matters to the emperor in order to make themselves known.
It rained today, so I wrote a memorial to the throne: "Heaven has sent down timely rain, and the people are overjoyed."
Even though it's not raining today, I still wrote a memorial to the throne: "I have led the people in praying for rain, but so far it has not been effective."
Two families in a village got into a fight over a chicken and wrote a memorial to the emperor stating, "Your Majesty, I have mediated the dispute."
A county magistrate personally planted a tree and also wrote a memorial to the throne: "Your subject sets an example by his own conduct."
Even a white crane flying into the backyard warrants a written report to flatter the emperor—"The white crane has been circling for three days without leaving; this is an auspicious omen!"
Su Lu put down his pen with a headache, shook his bandaged wrist, and tried to act pitiful: "The brand you gave me hasn't healed yet, it hurts."
That day, after Xie Yutang got the tattoo, he used a special medicinal wine to clean the wound, applied ointment, and wrapped it with gauze to both fix the color and prevent infection.
Xie Yutang patted the almond crumbs off her hands and mercilessly exposed him: "Imperial Physician Liu examined him yesterday and said it has healed. Aren't you afraid of getting heat rash by wrapping it in gauze?"
"..."
Although it is now springtime and the temperature is gradually warming up, it is definitely not to the point where people will get heat rash. Xie Yutang's words were purely sarcastic.
Su Lu ripped off the gauze wrapped around his wrist in a few quick movements, his eyes drooping: "Master, I'm setting off back to Bei Rong tomorrow, don't you feel sorry for me?"
Xie Yutang remained unmoved: "It's precisely because you're setting off tomorrow that I need to read more memorials. Otherwise, do you expect me to face these long-winded and boring old men all by myself?"
"..."
Su Lu paused for a moment, then resignedly continued reading the memorials.
Xie Yutang still had some humanity left. After having tea and snacks and taking a short rest, he finally took pity on Xie and "helped" review a few memorials, finishing his official duties for the day before dusk.
Huai Jin prepared a petal bath, and Xie Yutang enjoyed a comfortable bath. When she returned, Su Lu had already finished bathing and was leaning against the small couch reading a book.
He wore only a moon-white undergarment, his silk-like black hair hanging down, like a young master meticulously sketched in a painting. His whole being was as pure as snow and jade, yet his eyes and brows held a captivating charm. The clash of these two contradictions completely stirred up the greed in people's hearts, making them want to possess him fiercely with just one glance, to sully his purity, and to drag the saint down to the mortal world.
Since he awoke, the two have spent every night together, and the people in the palace have long been used to it. But if you told them, no one would believe it, they have not yet taken the final step.
Xie Yutang was well-intentioned, but Su Lu's body had just been cleared of residual poison and he was still taking medicine to regulate his body. She didn't want to appear too impatient, so she could only torture him in various ways on the bed, only stopping when he made his eyes red and his eyelashes covered with tiny water droplets.
But he's leaving tomorrow. The Northern Rong are far from the capital of Dayan. Even if he rides at full speed, it will take more than a month to get there. He doesn't know when they'll meet again.
Xie Yutang rubbed the ring between his fingers: "I have already ordered people to prepare for the marriage proposal. They are waiting for me in Beirong."
After saying that, he was about to use the same trick as before to shove the ring into the person's mouth when Su Lu dodged back and grabbed her wrist: "A-Mian, don't you want to play something more exciting?"
Xie Yutang raised an eyebrow as he hooked a wooden box from the low table beside the small couch. Although it was called a wooden box, it was much larger than expected. Xie Yutang took it suspiciously, and it was heavier than she had anticipated. She lost her grip, and the box wobbled, making a crisp clinking sound. The quality of the sound was not hard to guess.
Xie Yutang seemed to sense something and looked up, then paused in breathing.
He had covered his eyes with a white silk ribbon at some point. The ribbon was wide, covering most of his high nose bridge and drawing the eye to his thin lips.
Su Lu noticed Xie Yutang's gaze, curled his lips, and led her hand to the wooden box. Because her view was obstructed, he had to feel around the edge of the box with his thumb before finding the lock and pressing her hand on it.
The contents were not unexpected for Xie Yutang, but their weight still made her raise an eyebrow.
Xie Yutang picked up one of the shackles and examined it for a moment, and roughly guessed its origin.
"You certainly have a lot of tricks up your sleeve."
Su Lu leaned lazily against the couch, stretching out his hands. His wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a pair of white wrists clasped together: "When I saw you staring at that dancer's ankles, I thought you should like them."
Xie Yutang thought for a while before realizing who the "dancer" was. Back in the Golden Tent Palace, the barefoot male dancer had a silver chain around his ankle.
She only glanced at it, so why is she "staring" at it?
"You are very thoughtful."
Xie Yutang chuckled, looking at the obedient young man in front of her, feeling her rationality teetering on the brink of collapse. She repeatedly told herself, "He's still a patient," but still narrowed her eyes dangerously. "You seduced me like this the night before you went back. Do you know the consequences of doing so?"
Su Lu seemed oblivious to the strong warning in her tone, maintaining his submissive posture as he leaned closer to her ear and spoke in a light voice: "Doesn't Master want to completely possess me before I go back?"
With a snap.
Xie Yutang clearly heard the string of reason in his mind snap.
He still wore a red jade bracelet on his left wrist, and the skin beneath the bracelet was covered with a crabapple blossom tattoo she had personally pierced. The wound had completely healed, and the vibrant petals were now spread out on his wrist.
Xie Yutang didn't tie the two wrists together. Instead, he grabbed the other hand that wasn't wearing a bracelet, handcuffed it, and pulled it sharply. The person on the bed was forced to get up and, with their eyes covered, was dragged to the bedside and pushed onto it.
Actually, it wasn't just that dancer.
The signs were already evident when Xie Yutang suggested handcuffing him to the bed while the two were trapped in Yingkou, and their numerous intimate encounters after they got together further confirmed her fetish.
She likes a sense of control, so he doesn't mind being the one being controlled.
To relinquish control and willingly allow the other party to make decisions for you.
Su Lu deliberately indulged him, so Xie Yutang decided to completely abandon his humanity and fastened the shackles on his wrists to the bedpost, and the same to his ankles.
She saw a crack appear in her soul, and all the dark, unspeakable desires that had been suppressed poured out and flowed onto that person.
I want him.
She wanted to win him over, possess him, make him have eyes and ears only for her, and make him wear an expression that only she could see on his face.
"Don't move."
The shackles clinked softly, and Xie Yutang's fingertips traced a trail of moisture down his thin lips.
The snow on the mountain peaks melted under the moonlight, one drop, two drops, seeping out along the jagged rock crevices and falling down the cold stone walls.
In the depths of the night, one could vaguely see well-defined fingers gripping the edge of the bed, then drooping limply, with a silver chain on the wrist winding its way into the depths of the brocade curtains.
Xie Yutang had never imagined that such joy existed in the world.
She heard her breath mingling with his, and her sweaty hair clung to her cheeks.
For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the snow was melting or burning.
All the senses converge at one point, and then spread out like an avalanche, sweeping across every inch of skin and every nerve.
She looked up and saw the crabapple blossoms unfolding inch by inch, the moonlight shimmering in the sky, and the snowmelt flowing quietly and meanderingly.
*
Su Lu's trip was top secret, so he naturally had to keep a low profile when he left. Xie Yutang didn't have to attend court today, and he had been too wild last night, so even when he heard Su Lu get up, he stayed under the covers and refused to show his face.
After washing up, Su Lu looked at the lump of flesh curled up on the bed like an ostrich and patted it through the blanket with amusement: "I'm leaving."
...
After a moment of silence, the ostrich finally poked half its head out from under the blanket, its eyes scanning him with a somewhat guilty look.
fine.
The collar was high, completely covering the skin an inch above the collarbone from top to bottom, and the robe hung down wide, longer than the fingertips.
Xie Yutang's gaze shifted to his face again. The young man in front of her had his hair tied up with a crown, and was handsome and dashing. He showed no signs of the disheveled state he had appeared yesterday. He was just... too alluring.
Returning to the Northern Rong in this state, wouldn't that be...?
Just as Xie Yutang was about to say something, Su Lu raised his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. With the movement, the wide sleeves of his clothes fell down, revealing the messy red marks on her wrists.
...
The once majestic Empress visibly wilted, swallowing back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
Why is it so delicate?
The handcuffs rubbed against my wrist and caused my skin to break.
If you can't play, then don't play. Who flirted with her first yesterday?
Su Lu saw her expression, lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, then slowly pulled his sleeve to cover the blush-inducing marks: "I'm not blaming you, what are you feeling guilty about?"
"..."
"Just don't deny it."
*
When Su Lu returned to Bei Rong, Xie Shiyi and Xie Qi were the first to breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps He Lou Wulan had become suspicious, because he kept dragging Tuoba Xiu along, using the excuse of "discussing the reform plan for the girls' school" to visit the Golden Tent Palace every few days. No matter how well Xie Shiyi imitated Su Lu, he couldn't completely transform himself, and he couldn't remain silent with a cold face forever. Fortunately, Tuoba Cangjue was old and suddenly fell ill, diverting He Lou Wulan and Tuoba Xiu's attention, which barely managed to stall until Su Lu returned.
After listening to the two reports, Su Lu didn't say anything. He finished reviewing the backlog of memorials in the court and went alone to the sleeping quarters where Tuoba Cangjue was.
The old man was lying on his couch, being served his medicine. When he saw Su Lu arrive, he waved his hand, dismissing the palace servants.
Su Lu sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at the remaining half bowl of medicine, and said calmly, "Grandfather, although ginseng and astragalus have the effect of replenishing qi and promoting sleep, you have excessive yang fire and should not drink too much."
Tuoba Cangjue glared at him: "You know that too!"
Su Lu poured a cup of hot tea, offered it with both hands, and said sincerely, "I am very grateful to my grandfather for this period of time."
Only Xie Qi and Xie Shiyi knew about his trip to Dayan, but as time went on, even the younger generation became suspicious, so how could Tuoba Cangjue not have noticed?
He sighed. This grandson was a true romantic. He had heard that he had taken a knife for Xie Yutang and been poisoned. He had been worried sick every night and his poor health was not entirely an act. Now that he saw that the man had returned safely, most of his anger had subsided.
He paused for a moment, then finally said, "The Xie family girl has proposed marriage to me."
Seeing Su Lu raise his eyes, Tuoba Cangjue curled his lips in annoyance, "She is just an envoy. Once the date is set, she will come to Beirong in person to formally propose marriage, as the Emperor of Dayan."
Aside from that brief glance when he looked up, Su Lu's expression remained calm. Tuoba Cangjue stared at him for a while before asking in a deep voice, "Have you thought it through?"
Su Lu poured him a cup of fresh tea. As she did so, her sleeve slipped down, revealing a vibrant begonia tattoo on her wrist.
Anyone who takes a look will immediately know who this body belongs to.
Tattoo.
He actually allowed that woman to get a tattoo on his body, leaving a permanent mark in such a conspicuous place.
...
Tuoba Cang couldn't understand why he, at his age, had to suffer such a mental blow, and he cursed and chased the person away.
The tea on the table was still warm, with wisps of white steam rising from it. After a while, an old hand took out a hairpin from his bosom and stood there lost in thought.
Those were the belongings of Su Lu's birth mother, Tuoba Shu.
That year, Su Chengyu led an army to the Northern Rong and won a great victory, pushing the border of Dayan dozens of miles north. When the news reached the Golden Tent Palace, a somber atmosphere filled the main hall.
The next day, Tuoba Shu disappeared without a trace.
At first, he thought it was just his daughter being playful and would come back on her own in a few days. But he never expected that after that, when he heard about her whereabouts again, it was because they were separated by death.
He ordered his men to send back all the information about Tuoba Shu, or rather Yuan Muqing, and only then, after decades, was he able to piece together the truth of what happened back then.
Nannan.
Tuoba Cangjue's aged fingers traced the hairpin, as if caressing his daughter's passionate yet abruptly ended life.
You said you made too many mistakes in your life, but your child did nothing wrong.
You said you wished him peace and good health.
Like you, I wish him a smooth journey ahead, hand in hand with his beloved.
*
The Chronicles of Emperor Zhaohuang of Da Yan
In the spring of the first year of Zhaohuang's reign, the emperor personally visited the northern border and made a marriage agreement with Rong King Su Lu.
The emperor summoned his ministers for a discussion, and the Grand Astrologer reported, "I observed the celestial phenomena last night, and saw a red aura piercing the Big Dipper within the Purple Palace Enclosure, signifying the unification of the Han and non-Han peoples. This is a divine mandate." The emperor then granted his request and ordered the Court of State Ceremonies to prepare the six rites.
On the day of Jia Chen in the fourth month, the emperor departed from the capital.
The procession was led by twelve imperial carriages and three thousand armored soldiers. The Grand Master of Ceremonies led the way, while female historians carried golden books. Upon reaching Ulun Saihan, the Rong king sent the leaders of his eight tribes to greet them at the southern foot of Yinshan Mountain, presenting white wolf skins and black jade as gifts.
The wedding ceremony will be held on an auspicious day, the day of Yimao in April.
The Emperor personally summoned the envoy and bestowed upon him a golden book and a precious seal. The King, dressed in a dark crimson ceremonial robe, entered the Imperial Ancestral Temple carrying a wild goose. On the night of their wedding, the King presented black iron from the North Sea as a betrothal gift, and the Emperor bestowed upon him the Crimson Sky Sword as a token of his affection.
The Grand Astrologer privately recorded: "That night, the extraordinary phenomenon of two moons shining brightly over Weiyang Palace was observed. In the morning, auspicious clouds resembling phoenixes were seen circling above the palace, lingering for a long time."
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