"How do I look?"
Yingxing's expression remained unreadable in response to your question, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of something deeper. With grace, he moved forward to close the distance between you. His gaze swept over you, taking in every detail of your attire before meeting your eyes. He nodded slowly, acknowledging your beauty.
"You look... exquisite, Your Highness," Yingxing complimented. He took your hand in his, his touch lingering longer than necessary. Bending down, he pressed a chaste kiss to your knuckles, yet once he straightened up, his expression was a mask of calm detachment.
The servant was deeply in love with you and struggled to control his emotions. He knew your marriage to that prince was an arranged one, and there was nothing he could do about it. But he could not help but feel jealousy and resentment towards the man who was to be your husband.
He understood that this was an important date for you. It was your wedding day, after all. Therefore, he did not want to ruin it with his own feelings. "Shall we?" Yingxing murmured as he extended his hand, offering to escort you to the grand hall.