Qian Xunji walked slowly onto the dais, his papal robes hanging in solemn folds. His deep voice carried across the entire square before the hall.
"Welcome to Spirit Hall, everyone, for the wedding of the Holy Son, Jiang Qingyu, and the two saintesses."
The guests below bowed in greeting as ceremonial music rose around them.
"The auspicious hour has arrived. Please welcome our three principals!"
As his words fell, the Seven Chief Elders, seated on either side of the dais, turned their eyes toward the hall doors.
The wedding was grander than any before it. Not only had the leaders of the continent's major powers gathered below the steps, but the people of Spirit Hall City had crowded around the edge of the square, craning their necks to witness the occasion.
The music swelled, and red silk fluttered in the wind.
Jiang Qingyu emerged between Ah Yin and Bibi Dong. The three walked forward side by side, drawing every eye.
Jiang Qingyu wore a black-and-red wedding robe embroidered with dragons. He stood straight as a pine, his usual icy air softened by a touch of warmth.
On his left, Ah Yin wore a scarlet bridal shawl. Ornaments swayed in her hair, her eyes were gentle, and a faint, life-giving warmth surrounded her.
On his right, Bibi Dong wore a wedding gown adorned with golden phoenixes. A slight smile touched her striking face, and the festive day had softened her usual cool elegance.
The three walked steadily down the red carpet, their steps in time.
Every guest watched them pass, murmurs of admiration rising along the way.
The people in the square burst into cheers that carried on the wind throughout Spirit Hall City.
When the three took their places on the dais, conversation broke out below.
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