tw: threats of rape (but no actual rape)
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When Wu Yun realizes where he is, he wants to scream. He doesn't want to be here, especially not in a grand jade hall, on top of a golden dais, sitting on an ornate throne, next to Shu Ai, while crowds of vapid Gods prostate themselves at their feet and offer them their well wishes and gifts.
He doesn't even remember falling asleep.
His only respite is not having had to witness the entire wedding ceremony.
Shu Ai nods beatifically as god after god washes him in platitudes, exhorting all his qualities, and congratulating him on the wedding.
Very few of them bother addressing Ling Yan.
"This humble servant, wishes His Majesty a thousand years of bliss with his spouse, and may his reign as the new Emperor be as prosperous as his Great Father's." The god, a man with a sleek smile, and sleeker hair, kowtows at Shu Ai's feet.
