At the second hour of Yin Time, within the Prince's Mansion.
Nangong Yi had already risen and was changing clothes with the help of several eunuchs. He put on his middle clothes and trousers, then a thin layer of Luo brocade, followed by dark clothes and crimson skirt-like trousers, and finally his robe. The collar and sleeves of his clothes carried a long-lasting and strong aroma, which momentarily bewildered him.
Today was the fifteenth of August, the day of his ascension to the throne and also the day he would marry the little girl. The former, he had schemed for over twenty years, yet he felt no joy at this moment, whereas the latter, who had unintentionally barged into his life, filled him with immense joy as if he had been reborn!
Such a strange feeling made him feel at a loss but also secretly delighted. It was quite extraordinary!
