Muya: "Thank you, Mother."
The maidservant came over and said, "Madam, Miss, the Fourth Prince's wedding procession has arrived."
At the entrance of the Prime Minister's residence
Murong Qing, dressed in red, was as handsome as a young master. His brows and eyes were full of joy.
Seeing Muya, with her head covered by a red veil, being led out, I felt extremely relieved.
Mu Ya bid farewell to her father, Sima Qingqing, Mu Qi, and Mu Qing, and boarded the bridal sedan chair.
Murong Qing rode a tall horse at the front, followed by a vermilion sedan chair carrying Mu Ya. On both sides were celebratory musicians playing gongs and drums, and behind them followed a procession carrying the dowry. Surrounding them were onlookers.
Amidst the deafening sound of gongs and drums, a large group of people marched towards the Prince's Mansion.
The lilacs cultivated by Mu Qing were in full bloom, clusters of purple flowers tied into bouquets and bound with red silk to each dowry chest, the red chests surrounded by purple blossoms. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating and refreshing.
Truly, it was a scene of ten miles of red bridal procession, accompanied by ten miles of fragrant flowers.
People flocked out to watch the grand wedding. Gasps of amazement filled the air.
Fu Man Lou
Looking down at the ten miles of red bridal procession below, and smelling the intoxicating fragrance in the air, Wang Sisi said to the maid beside her with envy, "The owner of Fangcao Pavilion is really something else! What kind of flower is this? It's so beautiful and fragrant. I want one too."
Maid: "I heard it's a lilac, specially cultivated by the young master of Fangcao Pavilion over a month."
Wang Sisi rested her chin on her hand and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful! I wonder if Fangcao Pavilion sells it. I want one like this when I get married."
Prince Xian's Mansion
A red silk ribbon stretched out along a path more than a meter wide, leading from the main hall all the way to the entrance of the Prince's Mansion. Along both sides of the ribbon, vibrant lilacs were arranged, their blossoms layered upon each other, their fragrance carried on the breeze.
Empress Dowager Qin Fei sat in the chair in the center of the hall, smiling as she said to the maid beside her, "Chunyue, go and see if the person has arrived yet?"
Chunyue: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Looking at the festive atmosphere throughout the mansion and smelling the delicate fragrance of lilacs, Qin Fei's emotions fluctuated.
A moment later, Chunyue came running back, her face beaming with joy, and said, "Your Highness, the Prince has returned with his bride..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he entered the mansion.
Accompanying the sound was the joyous sound of gongs and drums. Qin Fei looked over and saw Murong Qing with a happy expression, carefully taking Mu Ya's hand as they stepped over the brazier and onto the red carpet. Purple lilacs surrounded the two people dressed in red.
After the two entered the hall, Wang Chenyuan, who was greeting guests, checked the time, cleared his throat, and announced loudly, "The auspicious time has arrived; the newlyweds shall pay homage to heaven and earth."
"First bow to heaven and earth, second bow to parents, husband and wife bow to each other, then escorted to the bridal chamber..."
Mu Ya was led and helped to the courtyard of the bridal chamber. As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she heard a series of exclamations of surprise behind her.
The courtyard was filled with lilacs, blooming vibrantly in the sunlight, a breathtaking sight. Mu Ya smelled the fragrance wafting to her nose, understood immediately, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
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Murong Yu stood beside Murong Zhi, watching the brightly decorated mansion and the festive atmosphere, his gaze involuntarily following Mu Qingqing's handsome figure.
Watching him move through the crowd, watching him smile and chat, I felt an unprecedented sense of peace and contentment.
The young ladies, who had come with their families, watched the fragrant and flower-filled wedding and whispered among themselves, filled with envy.
This wedding, with its ten miles of red bridal procession and ten miles of fragrant flowers, was widely talked about and praised, unintentionally sparking a craze for wedding processions filled with the scent of flowers—but that's another story.
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