Under the high platform, in addition to the civil and military officials lined up on both sides, there are also many senior members of the Tianfen clan.
Compared with the plainness of the civil and military officials, the expressions of the people of the Tianfen tribe varied, some were worried, some were happy, some were nervous, and some could not bear it.
Elder Qi of the Tianfen Tribe said worriedly, "Deputy Chief, the Patriarch doesn't like Your Majesty. Will it be okay if we allow the Patriarch to marry His Majesty..."
Elder Hong, who was sitting on the right seat, said, "This marriage was arranged by the late master twenty years ago. The patriarch also personally promised to marry His Majesty when he assumed the position of patriarch. Now it is just a fulfillment of the engagement. What's the matter?"
It's worrisome."
"Having said that, it's not sweet to twist the melon. What if the clan leader..."
"There is no such thing as true love. If you don't have feelings now, you can slowly cultivate them in the future. Elder Qi, don't forget. This is not only the clan leader's promise, but also our responsibility. Besides, your majesty is the only one in this world.
They are worthy of our clan leader, they are a match made in heaven."
Elder Qi looked at the deputy chief for help, hoping that the deputy chief could come forward and maybe there was room for redemption.
Only anyone with long eyes can tell that the patriarch doesn't like His Majesty at all.
Your Majesty is not worthy of the clan leader.
Not just because of her age, but because she is cruel, murderous, bloodthirsty, and likes to play with men.
The patriarch is kind-hearted, loves the people like a son, is elegant and indifferent, how do you get along with her?
He was afraid that His Majesty would insult their clan leader in the future.
She was also afraid that the clan leader would endure the humiliation and bear the burden of living with her for the rest of his life for the sake of the Tianfen clan's fate.
Elder Qi shuddered when he thought that the clan leader was almost beaten to death by the empress three months ago.
If they and the deputy chief had not arrived in time that time, their chief would have been dead long ago.
"Deputy Chief, there is still room for maneuver on this matter..."
The deputy chief waved his hand to signal him to shut up.
"It's a done deal and cannot be changed. When the clan leader took over the position of clan leader, he should have thought of this. This is the mission of the Tianfen clan and no one can change it, not even the clan leader."
"But...but just in case..."
"There is no such thing as a contingency."
The deputy chief's face turned cold, and he showed his domineering power, so oppressive that the people around him did not dare to resist.
The Tianfen tribe is not vegetarian either.
If Your Majesty really goes too far, the Tianfen Clan will not let it go.
The deputy chief clenched his fists.
Although he was the one who initiated this marriage, his heart hurt more than anyone else.
He really couldn't figure out why his ancestors made such a marriage contract and asked everyone in the Tianfen Clan to abide by it.
At this moment, he hoped that Prince Snow could invade the imperial city, overthrow the empress, and establish a new empress.
Elder Qi sighed and could only watch the ceremony quietly.
The ritual music was playing, and the Empress and Phoenix stood side by side on the high platform. As long as they performed three rituals, it would be considered the end of the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, which also meant that they had completed the ceremony.
On the high platform, Wen Shaoyi was dressed in red and wearing exquisite makeup, as if he had been banished to the world.
His back was straight, and everything he did was naturally elegant and noble.
Although he hated this marriage, Wen Shaoyi didn't show anything in his brows and remained as elegant and indifferent as ever.
The empress approached Wen Shaoyi with an evil smile on her lips.
"You look really beautiful today. I can't wait to pamper you."
A flash of disgust flashed in Wen Shaoyi's eyes, too fast for anyone to catch.
But there was still a slight smile on his lips.
"Your Majesty, please do not forget your last betrothal gift."
"Don't worry, after the wedding, I will hold it in front of you with my own hands."