They watched the wedding with curiosity.
It was said that Chu Shaoyang's bride was as beautiful as a fairy. Chu Shaoyang even refused the marriage of the Emperor's Seventeenth Princess for her. They wanted to see with their own eyes how beautiful this bride was.
When the bride was helped into the wedding hall by everyone, everyone's eyes suddenly focused on the bride wearing a bright red wedding dress.
I saw her slender figure, her walking posture was calm and noble, and her steps were filled with lotus flowers. Although her face was hidden from view with the red scarf on her head, she was so graceful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Someone couldn't help but murmured: "Didn't you say that the bride is a poor girl? Why does she look more noble than the princess?"
"Yes, it's a pity that we can't see what she looks like. We must take a good look when we enter the bridal chamber later."
"Hey, you are so brave, you even dare to enter Prince Chu's bridal chamber?"
"Then why don't you dare? The rule of our South Vietnam country is to make trouble in the wedding ceremony. The more violent the trouble, the more auspicious it is!"
While everyone was talking, they saw the bride being supported and standing on the red carpet, facing Chu Shaoyang.
At this time, someone looked around in the crowd, and suddenly found an unfamiliar face, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"Look over there, there's a man with a scar on his face!"
"Tsk, tsk, who is this person? He has a tight face, I have never seen him before!"
"Why is such a grown man wearing such bright clothes!"
"Don't tell me, those clothes look really good on him. This man is actually more beautiful than the woman!"
"It's a pity. If it weren't for the scar on his face, he would be the most handsome man in the world!"
Everyone's eyes curiously turned around on the man's face, but no one knew the man's origin.
The man was sitting alone in a chair far away, his eyes were dark and deep, looking at the bride intently, with an incomprehensible light in his eyes.
The guests were talking loudly. Although it was noisy, Shen Ning listened to it but didn't take it seriously. She had no intention of thinking about it now.
Suddenly, Chu Shaoyang came close to her and said in a voice that only she could hear:
"Guess who is the man with the scar on his face?"
Shen Ning was slightly startled. Somehow, the first reaction in her mind was: Could it be Mo Chuan
Then she shook her head.
absurd!
How could it be Mo Chuan!
"Ah, look at our prince, he can't wait to whisper to the bride even before he goes to court."
"Hehe, Your Majesty, I can't wait any longer. The auspicious time is coming soon. Please wait for a while, Your Majesty."
The ladies had already noticed that Chu Shaoyang's lips were moving slightly, and they all laughed.
Chu Shaoyang smiled slightly and took a step back, but his eyes did not look at Shen Ning, but at the bright figure in the corner.
That was the seat he specially arranged for Mo Chuan. There were no other guests around him. He was sitting there alone, wearing an extremely bright pink gown. It was delicate and gorgeous, but when it was worn on him But it is surprisingly beautiful.
What a pity, what a pity, that flawless face had a deep and hideous scar, like a piece of fine porcelain that had been broken by someone.
And the person who destroyed this perfection is, of course, himself.
Chu Shaoyang narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.