It should be possible.
Now, the entire court is under his control. What difficulty would there be for him to marry someone?
But... after all, that's just an assumption, there are no foregone conclusions in this world.
Chu Lan looked at the bride before him, a scene of him lifting the bridal veil flashed in his mind. The face underneath it was unmistakably that of Wei Qingruo.
She flashed a smile at him, merging with the face of Xu Heyou who was talking and laughing merrily with him at that moment.
Her eyes were still bright, shining with a light as if they could talk.
On the red bed, Zuo Lingyue sat, her face concealed under the red veil, only hearing footsteps.
She nervously awaited for King Jing to lift her veil.
After waiting for a while, she did not hear the veil being lifted.
On the contrary, that sound grew more and more distant until she heard the sound of the door opening again.
Chu Lan had left the room.