Pei Jue extended his hand to her.
Feng Yun smiled softly and gracefully placed her cinnabar-rouged hand into his warm palm.
With a slight movement, Pei Jue helped her ascend the steps, and together they stood side by side, facing the morning sun.
The chime of the bells echoed, reverberating past the sacred and imposing palace halls, piercing through the clouds.
"Long live His Majesty! Long live! Long live!"
"Long live Her Majesty! Long live! Long live!"
The ceremonial officials chanted, as drums and music resounded solemnly.
The gathered ministers cheered and bowed in unison to offer their congratulations.
The blazing sunlight slanted across eaves decorated with auspicious beasts, casting its golden glow on the jade balustrades and crimson walls of the palace.
Across the vast lands, sturdy warhorses galloped along the post roads, racing to deliver the news across Da Jiang Nan Bei...
Within three days, the news spread throughout the lands of Da Yong.
