Two red suns slowly rose over the eastern horizon in succession.
As the dawn wore on, the morning mist dispersed.
A new day had arrived.
For the Northern Song, that day might be pinned by shame.
Because the most beautiful woman in the empire, also the most gorgeous pearl of the empire, was about to be forced to marry the master of the Nangong family.
The bride was an 18-year-old girl in her prime, while the bridegroom was an old man who already had many wives and concubines and had a reputation for infidelity.
For any woman, such a marriage was undoubtedly a disaster.
The imperial palace was decorated with lanterns and streamers.
The disciples of the Nangong family were all beaming with joy. They frequently went in and out of the imperial palace as if it were a boisterous market.
