That night, the procession for the Heir of Prince Yun's wedding to the Third Princess of the Stealth Race stretched out for a full ten *li*.
And this was a literal ten *li*, not a figurative number.
It meant that after the Heir of Prince Yun landed, the betrothal gifts descended from the sky behind him, forming an unbroken line a full ten *li* long. At a glance, it resembled a great dragon trailing in his wake.
The sheer number of treasures was enough to dazzle every guest present.
Accompanying the Heir of Prince Yun to welcome the bride were figures such as the Prince's Chief Historian and the Ritual Officer. Guests offered their congratulations one after another, and amidst the Ritual Officer's ceremonial calls, the Third Princess emerged. Dressed in a grand red gown and holding a golden fan to shield her face, she walked out gracefully, surrounded by a throng of attendants.
