Pei Ye had hardly ever seen anyone get married. Today, he had probably witnessed the most elaborate wedding rites in the world. After several rounds of procedures he could not identify, Yong Ji finally came down side by side with Li Youlong.
Pei Ye searched the distance for Meng'er, and after a long while, caught sight of her profile in a small carriage farther back.
The maid was leaning against the carriage window, watching her highness. Her chin rested on the sill, pushing her cheeks up slightly, and an unconscious smile touched her lips.
Pei Ye watched her from afar for a while, and the corners of his own mouth slowly curved into a faint smile.
In Pei Ye's mind, this silly maid was like a sparrow with broken wings, forever struggling to hop and flutter toward the towering palace wall. Once, she could jump half a foot; later, straining with all her might, she could reach almost a foot, scraping away feathers and injuring herself, chirping that one day she would surely jump over it.
But the walls of Daming Palace were nearly twenty feet high.
If asked about Pei Ye's most commendable victory at Daming Palace, it was naturally his killing of Yu Sicheng of [Mercury Blossoms Floating Raft] in head-on combat. But if asked what he was proudest of in his heart, there were only two things: lifting up that little sparrow, battered all over at the foot of the wall, and the [Unbound] he had unleashed before the Zhu Mirror Bedchamber.
Whether Meng'er lived or died concerned no one, and whether her wish came true would change nothing. Neither Yong and Yu's victory nor Li and Pei's victory required anything of her.
Yet Wei Qingju had truly left her a flower, and Li Xizhou had finally