The moment Xu Yi stepped onto the blue-gray plaza, people began arriving one after another. A short while later, two lines of dozens of red-robed attendants drifted out of the white jade palace.
The gray-haired attendant at their head cupped his fists. "Honored guests, our Young Master Zheng and County Princess Su's wedding ceremony will begin in half an hour. We have just received word that the Holy Court has personally dispatched an envoy to preside over the entire ceremony. We must therefore ask you to wait here at Immortal Martial Plaza for a little while. This plaza has stood for more than twelve hundred years, and there is much to admire. Perhaps it will offer you all a pleasant diversion."
Even though Xu Yi had come to attend the ceremony in a very calm state of mind, the twists and turns—and all the trouble they were putting the honored guests through—still made him marvel at the Yun family's arrogance.
Since there was time to spare, he simply followed the outer edge of Immortal Martial Plaza, bathing in the wind as he gazed into the distance. Clouds shifted and strange winds danced in the sky. After staring for a while, he felt as though the stars and the world had turned, and the distant peaks were slowly drawing closer.
No, the peaks weren't moving. It was Yufu Palace, where he stood, that was floating in the sky.
Xu Yi was gazing at the spectacle when he heard someone call, "Hey, An Inch of Lovesickness, who are you pining for now?"
He turned to see County Princess Su smiling at him.
Young Master Zheng, Duke You, Qin Qing, and the others were with her.
Xu Yi stared blankly for a moment before he understood. Because of the poem he had written