On the eighth of October, auspicious, suitable for marriage.
In the early morning, just past the second watch, the capital was still asleep in darkness, but the Prime Minister's Mansion was already lit, with servants bustling back and forth, each taking their places.
Song Ci was also roused from bed by Nanny Gong, freshened up, drank some longan soup, had some easily digestible pastries with rice soup, and then went to the small Buddhist hall.
It wasn't that Song Ci was going there for some morning recitation; rather, it was because today was the joyful wedding day of Song Si Lang, and she needed to inform someone, thus completing a task. Although it was a marriage bestowed by the emperor, it was still a marriage after all.
She lit three sticks of incense, made a few bows, then placed them in the incense burner, quietly gazing at the Bodhisattva statue.
