The heavy gates of the Wu Mansion swung open as General Wu Jianhong returned from the palace. The banners of the house fluttered in the wind, and within the grand hall, the family had already gathered — Lady Wu Caixia, her expression a mix of worry and formality; Su Jinhai, the poised and graceful wife of Wu Feiyan; and Lady Zhou Yinzhen, quietly watching, her folded hands hiding her curiosity.
As the general stepped inside, all rose to greet him. His armor clinked softly with each step, a mark of decades in service to the empire. But today, his gaze swept past them, searching.
"Where is Lanyin?" he asked.
The hall fell into a hush. Moments later, the sound of quick yet composed footsteps echoed through the corridor. Wu Lanyin entered, her figure now more poised and mature than when she had left for the northern border ten years ago. Behind her trailed Wenxiu, her loyal maid.
Father and daughter exchanged a quiet, meaningful glance before General Wu's stern features softened into a faint smile.
"Lanyin," he began, his voice carrying the weight of an official announcement, "His Majesty has granted an imperial edict. The Emperor wishes to bind our family and the imperial bloodline through marriage — you are to wed the Third Prince, Long Xun."
Gasps and murmurs spread through the hall. Lady Wu Caixia stepped forward immediately, her tone sharp but not disrespectful.
"Husband, this is too sudden. Our daughter has just returned home after a decade. How can she be thrust into the palace, into its dangers and schemes?"
But Wu Lanyin's gaze did not waver. She took a step toward her father, bowing slightly.
"Father, I will follow your command. I believe whatever decision you make for me is for my good."
Lady Wu Caixia's lips pressed into a thin line, but she said no more.
Meanwhile, at the Prince of Yong's residence, Long Xun was returning from his duties when a servant announced the arrival of the Empress.
Inside his private hall, Empress Han Lian sat gracefully, her eyes warm but resolute.
"Xun'er," she said softly, "the Emperor has chosen a bride for you — Wu Lanyin, daughter of General Wu Jianhong."
Long Xun paused, slightly surprised. He had heard of General Wu's victories and loyalty, but knew little of his daughter beyond her name.
"If this is Mother's will," he said with quiet acceptance, "then I will marry her. Mother has always chosen what is best for me."
Neither knew that the choice, made in the golden light of imperial power, would tie their fates together in ways neither could yet imagine.
To be continued.