On the same street, Lin Jingyue sat inside the bridal sedan chair, covered by a red veil.
She recalled how, just moments before, Zheng Yue and Zheng Jin had mustered the courage to demand that the Crown Prince compose a poem to urge the bride to come out, refusing to open the door otherwise.
In response, the Crown Prince had swept them with a single icy glance, and both of them had instantly lost their nerve.
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