Pei Qin's POV
I take a deep breath and touch the wedding clothes that were sent in my manor. Today, I can finally marry my beloved woman.
I'll surely cherish Yang Hua more than I ever did. She hangs in there and waits for the time when we can be together freely. I smiled. Zhao Feng coughs. I look at him. He looks away.
"What?" I ask. He meets my eyes after asking. "Nothing, Your Highness. I was just happy to see your happiness on this auspicious day of your life," Zhao Feng commented.
Eunuch Liu drops by and gives me my clothes. He said that the empress chooses it herself and makes sure it suits my personality as well as the design of Yang Hua's clothes.
"Zhao Feng, have you checked it?" I ask, changing the topic. He stood next to me, and the expression became serious.
"I did, Young Master. It looks like Lord Yu Yang was trying to communicate with one of the tribe leaders from the north border." I frowned and looked at him.
