Inside the lodge of the Honglu Temple, the evening glow penetrated through the carved window lattice, dyeing the entire hall in a dark golden hue.
Princess Yujia sat upright before the table, her slender fingers gently stroking the scroll of bright yellow imperial decree, its silk texture cold and heavy.
This was the imperial decree issued by Emperor Jing after setting the date for the grand wedding ceremony in the court today.
This decree, He Shu will have someone first send back to the Turkic Grassland, into the hands of Bo Lu Khan.
To let the Khan know early that their mission to Da Jing has successfully yielded results, only waiting for the marriage ceremony to be held.
"Princess, you have already looked at it three times."
The maid Alan standing beside couldn't help but softly remind, her Da Jing dialect not as standard and fluent as Princess Yujia's, carrying a distinct grassland accent.
Yujia did not lift her head, only slightly nodded.
