He Ying hurried his horse towards Sang Mansion.
Imperial City Main Street
Many people saw a handsome youth in wedding robes riding furiously on his horse.
The street vendors and pedestrians all scrambled out of the way.
Some of them, holding or pushing items, dropped everything amidst the chaos.
Their belongings clattered to the ground.
The owners, distressed, stamped their feet and cursed, "My heavens, you heartless—"
But before they could finish, a powerful procession rushed by.
They covered their mouths, not daring to say more.
The youth who had just passed must be a person of great importance.
And the only important person getting married today would be someone from the palace.
"Is this a wedding procession or a kidnapping?"
"Was that the Emperor just now?"
"The Emperor personally going to Sang Mansion to welcome the bride? Impossible, right? No Empress in thousands of years has ever had such honor, has she?"
