Now it moved.
That stretch of sky in the North came toward the Divine Capital, and in a bewildered instant, many people had their illusion shattered-so that had not been a north-facing statue. That truly was a living person.
The Northern Frontier was marrying into the Imperial House, and the one marrying out was a Qilin-Blood Heir. This was a signal significant enough to spread throughout Great Tang.
Heirs had always chosen spouses only from among the Five Surnames. If a princess of Great Tang took a Prince Consort, he too had to be from the Divine Capital, and any heir she bore would remain a member of the Li imperial clan, growing up and living out their life in the Divine Capital, forbidden to leave its walls.
Yong was certainly not one of the Five Surnames, and the Heir Apparent certainly would not remain in the Divine Capital. Naturally, then, the Qilin-Blood Heir would accompany him north.
Prince Yan's position had already been unshakable. After this marriage, his sun would naturally stand at its zenith.
Perhaps the Five Surnames had done everything they could to stop it, but they had clearly failed. Could the will of Purple Chen Hall possibly have been absent from all this?
Thus, when Black Silk's invitations went out across the Divine Capital, everyone who could come came.
Since there had been little word beforehand, the people of the Divine Capital's hundred wards buzzed with astonishment as they watched the immense ceremonial procession before the Imperial City and the gold flakes and red paper carpeting the streets of Holy Front Ward. Several thousand riders galloped through every alley in Divine Capital City, setting off firecrackers and scattering wedding sweets and coins.
Divine Capital City had not seen wedding finery on such a scale for who