Qingyi remained at the center of the altar beside David.
His ears were briefly filled with the excited whispers of his wives before he refocused on the guests who were arriving little by little.
Soon, David left the altar to greet people, while Qingyi sat down with his other wives.
There were still many hours to go before the ceremony actually began, so he had plenty of free time.
The venue slowly began to fill as more noble families arrived. Some cast envious glances at Qingyi. Others, such as the bishop of the capital, seemed enraged by the disrespect shown by both Qingyi and the royal family.
Not only had Qingyi sinned, but the royal family itself had completely disregarded the bishop.
They had even summoned a priest from a remote city to perform the wedding.
For the past fifty years, he had been responsible for marrying the nobles of the capital.
Who did David think he was to change that?
