Your Highness, the Princess Consort Has Declared Herself Emperor

The naturally aloof Prince of Xin actually got shy on his wedding day!

"A Ning, I... may I lift your... veil?"

Jiang Wanning couldn't stand this version of the Prince of Xin any longer. She raised a hand and tore off the thing binding her head. "Li Yixuan!"

No one had ever dared to address a prince by his full name. The princess consort was the exception, the only exception.

"Stop dawdling and act like a man, will you?!"

"Uh, you said it. Then, then I won't hold back."

"..."

An ancient poem speaks of life's four great joys: rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, wedding night, and passing the imperial exams. He had only experienced one of them, yet in the eyes of the world, the Prince of Xin, who had spent twenty-four years severing all ties of affection, seemed to melt like a ten-thousand-year-old glacier, turning into a peach blossom in spring.