Ying Momo loudly yawns as she stretched out her arms. One of her hand instantly hits Prime Minister Ying BuChu's face.
"Grandfather, what are you doing in my dream? Seeing your face here ruined my sweet and beautiful dream."
Poor Prime Minister Ying BuChu couldn't help but furrow his brows. He sneakily pinches his granddaughter arms and whispered, "What I am doing here is attending your special day."
"What special day? Leave me alone. Let me enjoy my beautiful dream."
"Momo, do you not feel any pain at all?" Prime Minister puts more pressure on his hopeless granddaughter's arm.
"Ow, ow, ow! Omg, it's not a dream. Why did you have to wake me up? I was in the middle of a good dream!"
Hu Yiqye couldn't help but watch the scene. He wasn't too far away, and he wasn't close enough to hear what those two hateful beings were talking about. They're probably scheming something. He had enough of this. HuYiqye took some steps forward to interrupt the conversation.
Wenchin notices the emperors action so she quickly runs up to the two idiots. She wants the wedding to carry on. No one knows how hard her mistress had work for this day. She has to help her mistress.
"My lady please keep your voice down. You're making a scene. My Lord, please be at ease. The young miss had a tough night."
Hearing those words Prime Minister Ying BuChu relaxed a bit. If only he knew that this granddaughter of his, had a tough night was because she had stayed up all night and party. She wasn't too tired from preparing for her wedding. Instead she was introducing these medieval ladies on how to celebrate a bachelorette's party. Teaching them how to do line shots from extra concentrated alcohol that she had invented. She also invented a new thing for male prostitutes to undress themselves afront of the ladies. In return they will reward them with copper coins or silvers by sticking them into the male prostitute's trousers. The pity old man will definitely have a heart attack if he knew. Prime Minister Ying BuChu looked at Wenchin and let Momo's arm go.
"This idiot will drive me to my death. "
Wenchin quickly drag Ying Momo closer towards Hu Yiqye.
"Your highness, my mistress couldn't sleep due to the happiness and excitement she has for this day. Your highness, this lowly one only speaks the truth. Every young maiden had always dream about their wedding. My lady had only thought about you. She can't help but dream about her future husband. I hope you understand. Right, my lady?" Wenchin nudges Ying Momo.
Ying Momo was half conscious. She heard people mumbling and every time they talk their annoying voices made her head aches. She felt Wenchin nudging her, so she quickly nods in response to her. Wenchin didn't answer her but quickly reminded her that she's at the wedding altar. Oh right, she's at the altar. How can she forget?
"My lady please wake up. It's your wedding. You have to stay awake. His highness is afront of you. Don't forget to bow."
Hearing those words, the sleepy Ying Momo quietly straightens out. She looks at the dashing young man afront of her. Looking at him from head to toes he wasn't too bad looking. This guy was quite handsome. Too bad he couldn't compare to Ying Momo's celebrity heart throb Zhang Binbin, who had died a few decades ago. Her handsome groom had a scholarly look. If he was from her past life, he would be a hot nerd. "Academically handsome" was the two words she uses to describe him. After coming back to her senses, she recalls the intense hatred she had felt from him when she arrived. In her heart she knows that her ambitious grandfather had created this chaos for her to clean up.
The emperor of Chu country must really hate the Ying clan. She knows that every emperor wants to fully control the court. Her grandfather is the wall that this young emperor can't knock down. Ying Momo knows how ambitious her grandfather is, but he was not to blame. Her grandfather had only care for the country of Chu. He doesn't want the throne. If it wasn't for her, her grandfather wouldn't have become like this. Ying Momo knew it in her heart that she was the one who had inputted all of these ideas into her grandfather's head. But what can she do now? She already made a big mess. Now it can't be fix. The only thing that she can do was just to slow down the course of actions that was started by her.
The ceremony continues on. After bowing and paying respects, the court celebrates in joyful laughter. Half the court congratulates the powerful prime minister. This made the hatred in Hu Yiqye's heart grow. He was the one on the throne, but his subjects were hailing at the evil prime minister. He harshly clenched his fist.
Seeing the anger in Hu Yiqye's pupils, Minister Wang calls him over for a toast. Without caring for his bride, he rushes towards Minister Wang. Hu Yiqye couldn't stand the little pest any longer. Was she trying to follow him everywhere and not return to the chambers to wait for him? He happily thought that it would be good if she doesn't retire to the chamber. He doesn't want to touch her. To spite her, he hurriedly escapes to abandon her.
Ying Momo quickly follows after him but with her long veil covering her face she couldn't see well. The long crimson dress wasn't any help either. In fact, it added more fuel to the fire. With her dizziness and this horrible wardrobe malfunction, she trips over. Wenchin sees her mistress in distress as she uses her quick step to grab onto her mistress. A guard notices the young maids actions and thought that she was harming the emperor. The court was excitedly celebrating, no one was paying attention to them at all. Wenchin was able to grab her mistress's arm. She pulls Ying Momo up but half of Ying Momo's weight pull Ying Momo back down. To break her fall, she clung onto Hu Yiqye's robe. Hu Yiqye felt a hard tug. As he turns to look behind for the source, his body has fallen backwards. The guard rushes towards the new empress and his highness. Wenchin was able to grab her mistress to safety. In that moment the imperial guard Mo Chofeng had unexpectedly land in between the three. By making a loud sound, he caught the attention of everyone. The sight was glorious. The curious crowd had caught their emperor in the arms of his lover. Hu Yiqye had fallen into the arms of Mo Chofeng.