Rebirth of Her Royal Highness the Princess

The emperor and the empress sat in the magnificent hall, their faces filled with joy, waiting for the arrival of the bride and groom. In the expectation of everyone, a handsome man and a beautiful woman walked into the hall hand in hand. In the middle of the hall was a red carpet with two exquisite futons placed on it.

"The auspicious time has arrived! The bride and groom are about to meet in the hall!" Eunuch Xi stood in the middle of the hall and shouted loudly. The voice echoed throughout the palace, filling it with a festive atmosphere.

Following the order from the eunuch, the bride and groom turned around and faced the gate. They knelt on their knees, gently knelt on the mat, and then bowed their heads slightly, with elegant and solemn movements, as if they were paying respect to heaven and earth. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world blessed them.

Then, Eunuch Xi shouted again: "Bow to your parents!" The bride and groom slowly stood up, turned around, and walked towards the emperor and empress in the hall. They walked lightly, with happiness in their eyes. When they came in front of the emperor, they knelt on their knees and kowtowed respectfully to express their respect and gratitude to the emperor and empress.

Finally, the eunuch shouted: "Husband and wife bow to each other!" At this moment, the atmosphere of the whole venue reached a climax. The bride and groom knelt face to face, staring into each other's eyes, their eyes full of affection and love. Their eyes met, as if they could penetrate each other's hearts, telling endless love words. Then, they slowly lowered their heads and kowtowed gently, this kowtow was full of commitment and vows to each other.

"The ceremony is over! Send them to the bridal chamber!" As soon as the eunuch Xi finished speaking, a warm cheer rang out. The entire palace was immersed in a sea of ​​joy, and people applauded and congratulated the couple, wishing them a happy marriage and a son soon.

The bride, wearing a gorgeous red wedding dress, was carefully supported by her grandmother into the bridal chamber. She lowered her head and listened to her grandmother's instructions shyly: "Bride, remember not to lift the veil by yourself. You have to wait for the prince to come and lift it."

In the room, the light of the wedding candles danced happily in the air, as if celebrating the happy event. The warm candlelight shone on the wedding bed, and through the red tulle, the bride's beautiful face could be vaguely seen, like a blooming flower, exuding a charming fragrance.

The bridal chamber is filled with a rich aroma of incense, like a spring flowing through the heart, making people feel peaceful and happy. This aroma also seems to tell the sweetness and happiness of the newlyweds.

After a while, she heard a slight "creak" sound, and the door slowly opened. Then, a light sound of footsteps came into her ears, getting closer and closer, and clearer and clearer. Every step seemed to step on Mengya's heart, with expectation and nervousness.

"Mengya, you are exhausted, right? I am already drunk!" King Kang staggered towards Mengya. His handsome face looked even more confused because of the drunkenness, which made people fall in love with him.

He muttered to himself and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Meng Ya, but he was a little hesitant. Finally, his eyes fell on the auspicious scale on the table, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sly smile.

He picked up the scale and gently lifted the veil on Mengya's head. As the veil was slowly lifted, Mengya's stunning face was revealed to King Kang. Her skin was as white as snow, and her delicate facial features, like jade carvings, exuded charming charm, especially her big watery eyes, which were as dazzling as the brightest stars in the night sky.

King Kang was so shocked by the beautiful scenery that he forgot to breathe for a moment. He stared at Meng Ya blankly, with an indescribable emotion in his heart. Meng Ya lowered her head shyly, with a blush on her face, as lovely and moving as a ripe apple.