Luo Qi's residence brimmed with joy, decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers. Night had fallen, yet the whole place shone brightly.
"Young Master Qi, a moment on a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. We won't intrude on your wedding night with your wife. Farewell."
The guests departed one by one. Those close to him even winked and wagged their brows. Luo Qi felt the wine surge through him, his face flushed crimson, and his head swam in waves of dizziness.
Bang!
Luo Qi pushed the bridal chamber's door open heavily, his body swaying. Circles spun before his eyes; he felt heaven and earth whirling, everything multiplied into overlapping images.
"My husband."
A soft voice sounded beside his ear. Luo Qi raised his head, gazed at the lovely face above the wedding robes, so ravishing it seemed to drip with beauty, and toppled straight toward her, a delicate fragrance filling his nose.
Although today was their first meeting, Zhao Hede was easy to recognize. Her most distinctive feature was that she looked just like the Empress Dowager.
The only difference was that the corners of Zhao Feiyan's eyes were more alluring, while Zhao Hede's brows and eyes were gentler.
When the Empress Dowager and Zhao Hede had appeared together that day, the banquet guests had been stunned senseless. Even the ministers who frequently entered the palace to attend court could not tell them apart at all.
Unless someone had lived with both of them for a long time, distinguishing them was simply impossible. Then they had looked at Luo Qi rather strangely. He actually dared to marry someone who looked just like the Empress Dowager; how strange things would be in the bedchamber.
Beneath the dim oil lamp, the woman's face grew ever more dazzlingly beautiful. She