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Chang'an City.

In the Taiji Palace, Li Shimin sat at his desk, looking tired, but the smile in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"Your Majesty," Fang Xuanling asked cautiously, "what joyous occasion has brought you to summon us so early in the morning?"

Li Shimin raised his head, looked at him, and a smile curved his lips.

"Xuanling," he said, "I am going to marry off my daughter."

Fang Xuanling was taken aback.

"Could it be Princess Chang Le?"

Li Shimin nodded.

Fang Xuanling and Changsun Wuji exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Princess Chang Le was one of His Majesty's most beloved daughters.

She was exceptionally intelligent from a young age, and possessed a dignified and gentle demeanor. Many noble families sought her hand in marriage, but His Majesty refused them all.

Why are you suddenly getting married now?

Changsun Wuji's eyes were filled with regret and heartache.

She clearly agreed to marry her eldest grandson, Chong!

The result... the result...

"I wonder... which family's young master is he?"

Changsun Wuji asked carefully.

Li Shimin's smile paused slightly.

He paused for a moment, then spoke.

"He's not some young master from a prominent family."

Fang Xuanling was stunned.

Changsun Wuji was also stunned.

Li Shimin looked at them and spoke slowly.

"They are from the celestial realm."

Inside the hall, there was a deathly silence.

Fang Xuanling opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Changsun Wuji's eyes widened in surprise.

They all knew that His Majesty had a miraculous encounter in the "celestial realm" and that those wondrous things came from that place.

But they didn't expect—

The princess is actually going to marry someone from the celestial realm?

Li Shimin chuckled softly as he looked at their expressions.

"What? Do you think I'm talking nonsense?"

Changsun Wuji quickly shook his head.

"I dare not... but..."

He paused, unsure of what to say.

Li Shimin waved his hand.

"Alright, stop guessing. I'll just tell you—Chang Le is getting married, to someone from the celestial realm. The date is set for the eighteenth day of the first month."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two of them.

"The dowry must be prepared according to the highest standards for a princess. No, it must be even higher than the highest standards."

Fang Xuanling and Changsun Wuji exchanged a glance and bowed in unison.

"Your Majesty, we obey."

The day the news spread, the entire city of Chang'an was in an uproar.

Princess Chang Le is getting married!

She married someone from the celestial realm?

The people were talking about it, and the teahouses and taverns were filled with discussions about the matter.

"People from the Immortal Realm? What are those?"

"I heard it was an immortal His Majesty encountered in the celestial realm!"

"A princess marrying an immortal? Wouldn't that make them a divine couple?"

"Oh my goodness, that's terrible!"

The scholars swayed their heads, recited poems, and wrote poems to congratulate the scholars.

The powerful families were even busier preparing congratulatory gifts—Princess Chang Le was marrying an immortal, which was an extremely joyous occasion.

Who wouldn't want to show their face at this time?

The Wang family of Taiyuan sent ten boxes of high-quality silk.

The Cui family of Qinghe sent twenty fine horses.

The Zheng family of Xingyang sent a cart full of jewelry and ornaments.

The Lu family of Fanyang, the Li family of Zhaojun... each sent more and more gifts than the last.

The Minister of Revenue stared wide-eyed at the mountain of congratulatory gifts.

"How much...how much will this cost...?"

he murmured.

The clerk next to him whispered.

"Sir, should we do some statistics?"

The Minister of Revenue was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"What's the point of statistics? Just keep it for now. Anyway... it's all part of the princess's dowry."

The clerk nodded and got back to work.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Taiji Palace, the atmosphere was completely different.

Princess Gaoyang stood in the hall, a hint of surprise on her face.

"Father, are you saying... that I should marry Changsun Chong?"

Li Shimin looked at her with a complicated expression.

He knew this daughter.

Intelligent, spoiled, and sometimes so willful that it's a headache.

Changsun Chong, the son of Changsun Wuji, is a fine young man.

He is gentle and refined, well-educated and reasonable, and comes from a good family.

Maybe……

Perhaps this will keep her in line.

"What? You don't want to?"

Li Shimin asked.

Princess Gaoyang quickly shook her head.

"No, Your Majesty! Your Majesty... Your Majesty just feels a little surprised..."

Li Shimin nodded:

"It's not sudden. Your sister is getting married, and it's time for you to settle down too. I've already discussed it with Wuji, and the wedding will be held this year."

Princess Gaoyang lowered her head and said softly.

"Your subject obeys the decree."

Li Shimin looked at her and remained silent for a moment.

Then he waved.

"Go ahead. Prepare well."

Princess Gaoyang withdrew.

Li Shimin watched her retreating figure and sighed softly.

He hoped that his daughter could have a good life.

But no one knows what the future holds.

The day the news spread throughout Chang'an, the entire city was immersed in a strange atmosphere.

On one side was the joyous occasion of Princess Chang Le marrying an immortal, which was as lively as the New Year.

On one hand, there was the news of Princess Gaoyang's engagement, which, although kept low-key, still sparked a lot of discussion.

"Princess Chang Le is marrying an immortal, and Princess Gao Yang is marrying into the Changsun family—this is truly a double celebration!"

"Indeed! Your Majesty has had one joyous occasion after another this year!"

"I heard that Princess Chang Le's dowry was even larger than the Empress's when she got married!"

"Of course! She married a celestial being! How could she not have a lot?"

In the teahouse, an old man leisurely sipped his tea, listening to the surrounding chatter, and suddenly chuckled softly.

Someone nearby asked, "What's the old man laughing at?"

The old man shook his head.

"It's nothing. It's just that Chang'an hasn't been this lively in a long time."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Yes, it's been a long time since it's been this lively.

While the outside was bustling with activity, the palace was a hive of activity.

Empress Zhangsun personally oversaw the preparation of the dowry, inspecting every single item and ensuring that each one was the best.

"The colors of this embroidery aren't vibrant enough. Let's get a different one."

"These jade bracelets aren't of good enough quality; we should get better ones in return."

"That piece of silk has an intricate pattern; replace it with the new batch from Yuezhou."

The palace maids were so busy they barely had time to breathe, but they dared not utter a single complaint.

They all knew that Princess Chang Le was the Empress's most beloved daughter.

Now that the princess is getting married, the empress naturally wants to give her the best.

After finishing her day's work, Empress Zhangsun leaned back in her chair and looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky, suddenly feeling somewhat dazed.

Lizhi is getting married.

Her daughter is getting married.

The daughter who was sensible since childhood and never caused her any worry is about to become someone else's wife.

She remembered what Lizhi looked like as a child, the first time she called her "Mother," and how she patiently cared for her younger sister, following behind Xiao Sizi.

Her eyes were slightly red.

"Your Highness," the palace maid beside her asked cautiously, "what's wrong?"

Empress Zhangsun shook her head and smiled gently:

"It's nothing. It's just... a little sad to part with it."

The palace maid dared not speak.

Empress Zhangsun gazed out the window and remained silent for a long time.

Then she stood up and straightened her robes.

"Let's continue. There's still a lot to do, including preparing Gao Yang's dowry."

The palace maid quickly followed.

As night deepened, the lights in Chang'an City lit up one by one.

Inside the Taiji Palace, Li Shimin stood by the window, gazing at this familiar land and the scattered lights.

He thought of that distant inn, of the lively crowd, and of his daughter's flushed face.

He suddenly chuckled softly.

"Father," came Li Chengqian's voice from behind, "What are you thinking about?"

Li Shimin did not turn back.

"Thinking about your sister."

Li Chengqian walked to his side and also looked out the window.

"She will be happy."

He said.

Li Shimin turned his head and looked at him.

Li Chengqian's gaze was serious, without a trace of jest.

"Manager Chen is a good man."

Li Shimin remained silent for a moment.

Then he nodded.

"yes."

He looked away and continued gazing out the window.

"She will."

A night breeze blew by, and the palace lanterns swayed gently.

"If she's not happy, I'll grab a knife and castrate that brat!"