The island at the heart of the lake was enveloped in silence.
Whether it was the many guests within the pavilions or the significant figures atop the towers, everyone was stunned, standing on tiptoes, gazing toward the direction of the arched bridge.
Only a few, suspecting the groom to be a Prince, could vaguely understand.
But a Prince was ultimately a Prince, an esteemed existence second only to one.
Even Duke Heng, such a significant minister, was still somewhat inferior compared to the various Princes.
Perhaps only the First Generation Duke Heng, who had once fought alongside the God Emperor to establish the empire, could indeed suppress most of the Princes.
On the surface of the lake, one could see a luxurious palanquin of golden-red hue drifting from the direction of the sinuous arched bridge, surrounded by a squad of guards clad in dark golden armor.
