"Oh, right. The wedding is the priority. Ying, Meng, we can discuss the details later. Let's finish the ceremony first."
"...Yes, yes." Ying Jiuxin snapped back to his senses and cupped his fist. "The wedding has only just begun. We can talk after it's over."
"Indeed." Meng Ao cupped his hands in salute, then soared into the air and quickly vanished.
Ying Jiuxin also cupped his fist before flying back toward the Royal Palace, his great shout booming at the same time.
"The wedding continues!"
The echo of the last word lingered, ringing in everyone's ears.
The crowd, still stunned, shocked, and dazed, was suddenly jolted from their stupor. A commotion was about to erupt instinctively.
"Enter the palace!"
Ying Jiuxin's voice rang out at just the right moment, an invisible force permeating the air in and out of the Royal Palace gates, blanketing the entire street.
Everyone who heard him felt a tremor in their very spirit, and they subconsciously resumed their previous actions.
