Zhu Hanwen was afraid his imperial uncle would expose his affairs and quickly cut off the conversation and asked, "Father, Older Sister Xiaocao's hairpin ceremony has already started. If you don't go up now, you won't get to see anything exciting!" 

Zhu Junfan glared at him, 'Little rascal, I'll settle this when we get back!' Zhu Hanwen, who understood the meaning in his father's eyes, couldn't help shrinking his head down and going to hide behind his imperial uncle. Seeing his father take long strides up toward the third floor, he winked at the friend he just met today and followed his father up like a fox masquerading as a tiger. 

Wasn’t it an honor for the emperor to come in person to their daughter's hairpin ceremony? Who would quibble about whether or not it was in line with customs? The womenfolk on the third floor all knelt on the floor to give their respects to the supreme emperor.  

Fang Zizhen quickly told people to add in a mahogany chair in between the hosts’ seats to let this uninvited god sit down. The thick-skinned Zhu Junyang stole the position of a bodyguard, standing tall behind the emperor. However, that pair of phoenix eyes focused on a delicate figure...