The Legend of Concubine Su

The wedding was held on the second day of the second lunar month, a day marked by a gentle spring breeze and the rebirth of all things. It coincided with the legendary "Dragon Raising its Head" celebration, symbolizing a soaring dragon-like marriage filled with endless hope and vitality. Princess Roujia, a jewel of the royal family, wore a meticulously crafted crimson wedding gown. Like the first rays of morning sun, the garment was both warm and vibrant, perfectly framing her graceful figure. Her steps were graceful, each one expressing a beautiful vision for the future.

Between her brows, Princess Roujia's eyes gleamed with a gentle and shy light, the kind of sentiment characteristic of a young woman newly married, pure and touching. Her gaze held both anticipation for an unknown life and a touch of worry about becoming a wife, but more than that, it revealed a deep trust and love for her partner.

Her cascading black hair, meticulously styled by the skillful hands of the palace maids and elegantly wrapped around her waist, resembled a flowing ink painting, lending the princess a touch of classical beauty. The contrast between her dark hair and her fair skin, which seemed even more radiant and whiter than snow, made her look like a fairy from an ancient scroll, a sight unforgettable.

The most striking feature was the dazzling phoenix crown atop the princess's head. Studded with a myriad of gemstones and pearls, each shimmering with brilliance, it belied the princess's noble status. The intricate and exquisite design, each curve telling a story of ancient and mysterious legend, made Princess Roujia the center of attention and forged an indescribable connection between her and her future husband, Mu Qing.

Prince Consort Mu Qing and Princess Roujia, a match made in heaven, bid a heartfelt farewell to the Emperor, Empress, and the Empress's personal maid, Su Jingyue, before embarking on a new chapter in their lives. At a command, eight sedan chairs slowly emerged from the palace gates, bathed in sunlight. The magnificent scene moved everyone present.

The streets of the capital were already bustling with activity. Like a tide, the common people crowded the streets, eager to catch a glimpse of Princess Roujia's elaborate wedding décor. This was more than just a wedding feast; it was a display of the royal family's boundless love and blessings for their beloved little princess. The décor, like a winding fiery dragon, weaved through the streets and alleys, extending majestically from the depths of the imperial palace. Each piece of décor shimmered with jewels and precious stones, showcasing the royal family's nobility and luxury.

The emperor's favor for Princess Roujia went far beyond this. He even gifted her a magnificent residence as her wedding home. Not only was this residence strategically located and exquisitely designed, it also embodied the emperor's deep love and expectations for his sister. The wedding was held in this newly constructed residence, so its scale and grandeur were self-evident.

On the wedding day, the Emperor and Empress arrived hand in hand, joined by concubines like Yun Cong and Han Xinxin, who witnessed this royal feast. Guests, dressed in splendid attire and smiling, offered their most heartfelt blessings to the newlyweds. The wedding was filled with the blazing of drums and music, and a profusion of flowers. The entire Princess Residence was immersed in a festive and peaceful atmosphere.

In the high hall of the Princess's residence, the Emperor and Empress sat on dragon and phoenix chairs, their attire adorned with magnificent palace attire, embodying the dignity and majesty of the royal family. On either side of them sat Mu Qing's parents, clad in splendid attire, their faces beaming with joy and pride, as if they were immensely pleased with their daughter's marriage.

At the princess's wedding, besides the emperor, empress, and Mu Qing's parents, there was another striking guest: Su Jingyue. She sat quietly to the side, her gaze revealing deep blessings and admiration for Princess Roujia. Surrounding her were a group of concubines and princes, dressed in a variety of palace attire. They chatted among themselves, chuckling softly as they witnessed this grand wedding.

As festive drums and music rang out, Princess Roujia, clad in a gorgeous wedding gown and a red veil embroidered with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns, slowly entered the hall with her handsome husband. Her steps were light yet firm, each one a rhythm of happiness. Though she could not see the outside world beneath the red veil, her heart was filled with longing and anticipation for the future.

Under the emcee's guidance, Princess Roujia and her husband began their traditional wedding ceremony. They first bowed once to heaven and earth, thanking the heavens for their blessed marriage. Next, they bowed twice to the emperor, empress, and Mu Qing's parents, expressing their respect and gratitude for their elders. Finally, they stood face to face and bowed once more to each other, becoming husband and wife and embarking on their journey together.

As the command "Send to the bridal chamber" rang out, Princess Roujia and her husband slowly departed amidst the crowd's blessings. Their silhouettes, illuminated by the red candlelight, appeared particularly warm and happy. The Emperor, Empress, and Mu Qing's parents applauded, their faces beaming with satisfaction, as if offering their most sincere blessings and expectations to the newlyweds.

Red veils, like rosy clouds, gently draped the room in a festive crimson. The intricate and ornate red curtains created a dreamlike atmosphere, reminiscent of a fairyland in the clouds. Dragon and phoenix candles towered high, their flickering candlelight illuminating the room with a golden splendor and a warm, romantic atmosphere. On the table, delicate fruit plates were meticulously arranged, with the "Early Birth of a Son" plate being particularly eye-catching, symbolizing the couple's future happiness and well-being.

Princess Roujia, clad in her gorgeous wedding gown, looked like a fairy from a painting. She sat quietly in the center of the bed, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing for the future and a hint of shyness and nervousness. Her face was pure and elegant, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if the whole world had stopped for her at that moment.

At this moment, the bridesmaid, holding an exquisite wedding cymbal, slowly entered the room. Her steps were light and solemn, her face brimming with joy. She gently handed the cymbal to the consort, Mu Qing, her eyes filled with blessing and anticipation. Mu Qing took the cymbal with gentle yet firm movements. He slowly approached Princess Roujia and, using the meaningful cymbal, gently lifted the veil covering her face.

As the veil slowly fell, Princess Roujia's stunning beauty was revealed to the crowd, drawing admiration from everyone present. Mu Qing gazed at the beauty before him, his heart surging with indescribable excitement and happiness. He gazed at the princess lovingly, as if wanting to engrave this moment forever in his heart.

Upon seeing this, the bridesmaid stepped forward quickly and said with a smile, "I wish Her Royal Highness the Princess and Her Highness the Prince Consort to be happily married from now on, grow old together, and be together forever." Her voice was gentle and infectious, making everyone present feel this sincere blessing.

Afterward, the bridesmaid brought two more cups of wedding wine, one for the princess and the other for her husband. The two cups were crystal clear, reflecting their pure and flawless love. The princess and her husband smiled at each other, their eyes filled with tacit understanding and deep affection. They gently raised their cups, clasped their wrists, and emptied the contents in one gulp. In that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the entire world was moved.

As the wedding wine flowed, their hearts became deeply connected. They knew that from now on, they would weather life's ups and downs together, writing their own legendary story. And from this moment on, all the beauty and happiness would slowly unfold across the canvas of their lives.