The weak prince's queen

Within the magnificent and solemn palace, Xiao Yichen, clad in a bright yellow dragon robe, sat solemnly on the dragon throne, a symbol of supreme power and majesty. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his brows sharp, his eyes gleaming, his face as handsome as a jade, his presence imbued with majesty, his presence radiating an innate aura of kingship.

The eunuch standing nearby held the imperial edict and read it aloud: "By the providence of Heaven, the Emperor decrees! This campaign, after enduring countless hardships and dangers, has fortunately finally yielded victory. I express my sincere gratitude to all those who have dedicated their hard work and blood and sweat to this country. I hereby grant that Chu Xiyue be my empress, the mother of the nation. Mo Feng and Yun Zhuo, both valiant and skilled in battle, and who have made numerous outstanding achievements, shall be appointed the left and right generals of the cavalry, commanding the three armies. General Ma, resourceful and loyal to the emperor and patriotic, shall be promoted to the position of Prime Minister, assisting in government affairs. Dong'er shall be posthumously awarded the rank of First Rank Lady to honor her achievements. An auspicious day shall be chosen for the ceremony of enthroning the empress, and I sincerely invite all of you to witness the ceremony. Please welcome, Her Majesty the Empress..."

As the eunuch finished speaking, everyone's gaze turned to the palace gate. Under the gaze of countless eyes, Chu Xiyue, like a beautiful flower in full bloom, slowly walked from the palace gate into the magnificent Golden Throne Hall.

She was draped in a gorgeous shawl, its vibrant color akin to the dazzling sunset glow. On her head, she wore an exquisite headdress, centered with a lifelike phoenix, seemingly poised to take flight at any moment. In her hand, she gently grasped a small, delicate fan, partially obscuring her face. She resembled a shy, ancient woman waiting to be married, adding a touch of charm and allure.

Xiao Yichen stared intently at the distance, only to see Chu Xiyue's graceful figure approaching, getting closer and closer. His heart was filled with excitement, and he stood up involuntarily, taking firm and powerful steps to meet her.

At this moment, without warning, a broad, warm hand appeared before Chu Xiyue. She was startled for a moment, but then a smile as bright as a spring flower blossomed on her face. She parted her red lips and softly said, "Yi Chen."

Then, she gracefully stretched out her slender hands, as white as mutton-fat jade, and gently placed them on the big hand.

Xiao Yichen held Chu Xiyue's hand tightly, as if afraid of losing her. Hand in hand, the two slowly ascended the steps leading to the highest point of the imperial court. Each step seemed so solemn and full of ritual, and the surrounding atmosphere became solemn and dignified.

Finally, they reached the highest point in the court. Then, Xiao Yichen and Chu Xiyue turned around simultaneously, in perfect unison. Chu Xiyue, now as beautiful as a fairy, gently raised her other hand and slowly removed the exquisite fan. As the fan moved away, her breathtakingly beautiful, world-class features were fully revealed to the crowd.

Everyone present was deeply shocked by this scene and for a moment they even forgot to breathe.

After a moment, everyone came back to their senses as if awakened from a dream, knelt on the ground, and shouted in unison: "Your Highness! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Thousand live the Empress!" The shouts were deafening and echoed throughout the court.

Xiao Yichen smiled and said loudly: "Stand up..." His voice was loud and magnetic, revealing the majesty of a king.

After everyone stood up, he glanced gently at Chu Xiyue beside him, then pulled her to the back seat next to the dragon throne. Xiao Yichen carefully helped Chu Xiyue sit down, and then sat down next to her.