With Shen Qingqing's help, Jun Yuyuan and Ye Tangtang's wedding was soon settled. It would take place in six months.
In the meantime, Jun Yuyuan kept running over to Northern Li's imperial palace. Sometimes he disguised himself as a guard; sometimes he used discussions of state affairs as an excuse to sneak into the Ninth Princess's residence. Everyone in the palace turned a blind eye. They had long since grown used to it.
Who didn't know that the young emperor was already their princess's Princess Consort? Some of the senior palace maids told the others stories about Ye Tangtang and Jun Yuyuan's past.
Everyone listened with relish.
Winter gave way to spring, and six months passed in the blink of an eye.
At last, it was time for Ye Tangtang to marry. The palace's most beloved Ninth Princess was getting married, and her groom was none other than the ruler of the Qin Ye Kingdom.
No one was happier about the marriage alliance than the common people.
After ascending the throne, Jun Yuyuan had devoted himself to governing well, making his nation wealthy and his people strong. The Qin Ye Kingdom had now absorbed five countries in succession, and its strength had already surpassed Northern Li's.
Jun Yuyuan commanded immense prestige. If the Ninth Princess married him, Northern Li would no longer have to suffer the ravages of war.
The whole nation celebrated the Ninth Princess Ye Tangtang's wedding.
Ye Tangtang wore a red wedding gown with a phoenix crown and ceremonial cape. Her long hair was arranged in a cloud-sweeping bun, and the dangling ornaments of her gold hairpin glittered with jeweled splendor. Her beauty was breathtaking, her skin fairer than snow, her brows like brushstrokes. Every smile and every frown could topple a city.
She stood on the