On the day of our wedding, my veil was naturally lifted by my husband, yet it was actually lifted by the hand of his nephew.
That man was Murong Fu of Gusu, the renowned Southern Murong known far and wide, the man celebrated as the knightly poet.
Though he was more than two years younger than me and stood tall, he looked nothing like a fifteen-year-old youth. Who could have imagined that the man who punished lewd villains and whose literary fame shook the world was not even sixteen yet?
Chapter 30