"Indeed! Quite the celebration it will be. Well, I must continue my duties. Good day, miss!" And with that, he resumed his paper-scattering and flew off.
Yu Xiang remained floating in the air for a moment, staring down at the paper in her hands with new eyes. Around her, the air continued to shimmer with falling announcements, creating an almost magical atmosphere.
Four wives...
Despite herself, despite her anger at being manipulated, she felt something stir in her chest. Something she hadn't expected.
Envy.
What woman hadn't dreamed of a wedding so grand that the entire world would witness it? A celebration so magnificent that even decades later, people would speak of it in hushed, reverent tones?
And this... this was beyond even the wildest fantasies. An entire empire invited. Papers falling like blessed snow to announce the union.
This is what an Emperor's wedding should be.
