Li Mu Yang wore ceremonial robes and a feathered crown as he rode a pure-white Fire Cloud Horse specially sent from the palace. This kind of horse was not as swift as the Fire Cloud Horse or Wind Horse, which could cover a thousand li in a day, but it was rare and precious, worth a thousand pieces of gold and difficult to find.
"Wasn't I supposed to ride in a sedan chair?" Li Mu Yang asked the two "dowry" friends beside him, Yan Xiangma and Lin Cang Hai. "Do you really expect me to ride all the way to the palace in such grand fashion?"
"A sedan chair?" Lin Cang Hai forcefully held back his laughter. "Great Qin was founded through martial might. How could a towering man like Li Mu Yang go to his wedding in a sedan chair like some little girl? You're the groom, not the bride. Besides, everyone is curious about what kind of man Her Majesty will marry. Naturally, Her Majesty wants the people of the imperial city to admire her beloved's heroic bearing. So, a sedan chair is impossible. Just ride this fine horse and show off your elegance."
"You still don't understand women well enough." Yan Xiangma lectured Li Mu Yang with the air of an experienced older brother. "When a woman gets a beautiful dress or piece of jewelry, she can't wait to flaunt it to every man and woman in the world. The same goes when she gets a man she likes. Naturally, she wants to announce to the whole world, 'Look, this is the husband I chose for myself.' Although Her Highness Ying is the empress, 'empress' comes before 'emperor'—she is a woman first. So her feelings are the same as those of the countless women throughout the world.