Now, not only was Hua Dingzong frightened, but even Hua Manman was taken aback.
'Isn't tonight Prince Zhao and Han Ruren's wedding night?'
'Why would he suddenly show up here?'
Hua Dingzong wanted to have Prince Zhao invited into the main hall to wait.
But Prince Zhao headed straight for the ancestral hall instead.
The moment Hua Manman saw him, she froze.
He was still dressed in a magnificent, wide-sleeved robe of black with red trim. The golden crown on his head glittered in the darkness, and the gold and jade inlaid on his leather belt were even more dazzling.
'Isn't that his wedding attire?'
'Why did he run out dressed like that?'
While Hua Manman's mind was reeling with questions, Hua Dingzong had already scrambled outside in a panic.
"Your humble servant greets Your Highness, Prince Zhao. Please forgive my failure to welcome you properly."
