Empress and Feng Lan, glaring at each other, yet refusing to perform the customary bow.
How is this the behavior expected of newlyweds?
The entire court couldn't help but murmur among themselves, recalling the rumors that Prince Feng had been forced into this marriage, which now seemed evidently true.
"Your Majesty, it's time to perform the bow to heaven and earth," the Ritual Officer reminded cautiously as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Feng Lan, what's done is done, you must perform the bow to heaven and earth today," the Empress urgently grabbed the robe of Feng Lan.
Feng Lan smelled the strong fragrance of cosmetics on her, his gaze sharpened as he demanded,
"Was it really you that night?"
These past few days, he had been living in a drunken stupor, but today, he was more lucid than ever.
Within the Heming Palace, the officials started whispering softly.
A hint of panic flickered across the heavily made-up face of the Empress.
