Even willfulness has its limits!
Yan Yunting burned with rage. He wanted Zhao Yang to know that if she refused to be his wife, there were plenty of other women willing to take her place.
Zhao Yang had no patience for his nonsense. With a graceful lift of her delicate hand, her guards immediately drew their swords and escorted Yan Yunting out of the princess's residence.
"Don't you dare regret this!" Yan Yunting raised his voice.
Zhao Yang rolled her eyes in disdain.
Standing disheveled beside the stone lions outside the princess's residence, Yan Yunting clenched his jaw, then abruptly turned and strode toward the palace gates.
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The next morning, at the auspicious hour,
Princess Zhao Yang, clad in resplendent wedding attire, bowed to heaven and earth, then to the emperor and the empress dowager. She cast a deep, sorrowful glance at her mother and elder brother, suppressing the ache in her heart, before turning to step into the carriage.
