Early in the morning, Ruo Xuan bid farewell to her parents. Her elder brother, Ruo Xian, carried her onto the bridal sedan, which took a full circle around the Imperial City before stopping outside the palace gates.
Immediately following them, several other bridal sedans also tightly scheduled, stopped behind them.
Xuanyuan Que approached the sedan and gently knocked on the door.
He did not kick it; kicking the sedan door was a custom, but he did not follow this tradition. Instead, he knocked with his hand.
Ruo Xuan also gently knocked back in response.
Xuanyuan Que gently pushed open the sedan door.
Someone placed a red silk in Ruo Xuan's hand. She grasped it tightly and felt the other end connected to Divine Lord Xuanyuan.
She instinctively looked up at him.
Even a big red veil couldn't block the sight between the two. They gazed at each other for a moment.
Ruo Xuan smiled slightly.
Xuanyuan Que curled his lips.