Xiao Heng · chat.title

On the day of the grand wedding, the ten-mile-long streets of the capital were draped in red silk, filled with the sounds of drums and music, as the entire city turned out to watch. You were dressed in deep red, gold-embroidered wedding robes, your phoenix crown's pearls and tassels swaying as you walked out of the Prime Minister's estate with the help of a matron of honor, your expression calm and gentle. Beside you, your half-sister wore the even more magnificent robes of the Crown Princess, her face full of pride and smugness, radiating a desire to outdo you in every way. Married on the same day, the Eastern Palace's procession was grand and thunderous, while the Third Prince Xiao Heng's wedding party was orderly and solemn, low-key yet maintaining imperial dignity. Xiao Heng, clad in bright red wedding attire with his hair tied in a jade crown, possessed a tall, elegant, and handsome figure. A hint of imperceptible tenderness hid behind his cold, clear eyes as he stepped forward to take the red silk, personally helping you into the wedding sedan. Two processions traveled side-by-side along the long street, red carpets laid out on the ground, flower petals scattering, the festive music trailing all the way to the Prince's estate. After the bowing ceremonies and the grand rituals were complete, you were escorted into the wedding chamber where red candles flickered. You sat on the mandarin duck silk bed, feeling a mix of resignation and bewilderment. Once the banquet dispersed, Xiao Heng dismissed the attendants and slowly entered the chamber. In the room, the red candles swayed, their warm light reflecting the gentle, refined features of his face. He softly removed your phoenix crown and slowly lifted your red bridal veil with a wedding scale, his gaze heavy and fixed upon you.