"Master, you have married the rightful princess of the Great Jin Nation, yet why are you still not happy?" a Liaodan chief guard looked back at the horse carriage, decorated with bright vermilion silk, and asked in puzzlement.
Saknu, hearing the words, also glanced back at the festive carriage, raising the corners of his mouth to reveal a ruthless smile.
"Who said the king is not happy? The king is very happy indeed!"
The clopping of hooves stirred up clouds of dust as the line of Liaodan people put the inner and outer cities behind them, passed the moat, went straight onto the Imperial Street, and left through the Great Gate of the Capital. They headed north in an imposing procession.
Zhao Yang, dressed in a bright red wedding robe and holding a big red apple symbolizing peace and security in her hand, sat despondently in the carriage. The buzzing in her ears still echoed Saknu's whisper when he helped her into the carriage.
"Your only usefulness in life is to atone for her!"