Zhao Qian glanced at his master's face and reminded him in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the coronation is happening soon. We'd better not delay."
Coming back to his senses, Long Yang ordered, "Move out."
"Move out!" Zhao Qian hurriedly conveyed the order.
The bridal sedan followed the Emperor and moved into the palace.
Sitting in the sedan, Lu Liangwei could feel it moving into the palace slowly and was somewhat dazed. Struck with a sudden thought, she turned her head and raised a hand to remove the veil from her head, but she gave up on it in the end.
Her brother was giving her away today. According to the rules, once he had escorted her to the palace gates, he had to stop and turn back.
Although she could not see it, she could imagine her brother outside the palace gates, watching her bridal sedan enter the palace chambers.
She pursed her lips to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes.
