The resounding sound of gongs, drums, and suonas echoed throughout the Imperial City.
Along the main avenue of the Zhou Imperial City, commoners craned their necks to watch the bridal procession.
At the very front of the procession, Xiao Mo rode forward on a large, red horse.
In the Zhou Kingdom, the customs for welcoming a bride were largely the same as for common households. However, the wedding ceremony that followed inside the Imperial Palace had its own set of imperial rules.
Therefore, even as the Emperor, Xiao Mo had to ride a horse to welcome his brides.
For the vast majority of the people in the Zhou Imperial City, this might be the only chance in their lives to see their Emperor with their own eyes.
"So that's His Majesty?"
"His Majesty is so handsome."
"Who said His Majesty was six feet tall and two hundred pounds? He's clearly so good-looking."
"Yeah, I think he's handsome too. He looks just like a scholar from the Confucian School."
