And the combination of her and Zhu Yan represents peace. Can these people be unhappy
The eight-carriage sedan was carried into Prince Jing's Mansion. She was helped out of the sedan by Xi Po, holding the bright red satin in her hand. She looked at her feet under the Xi cloth, and followed the pair of brocade boots step by step. The two of them were together. The hems of the red clothes kept colliding with each other while walking slowly, praying to heaven and earth, to the high hall, and to each other. Everything went smoothly, as if it was a dream.
With the support of Xi Niang, she sat on the wedding bed, waiting for her husband to finish greeting the guests, then come to pick up her wedding cloth and drink wine together.
In the middle of the night, her neck was sore from waiting. Just when she could no longer hold on and wanted to go crazy, the sound of unhurried footsteps came to her ears one after another.
The footsteps were different from the footsteps she had heard when she saw Zhu Yan before, but she could not guarantee that he was acting strangely because he was a groom again or because he drank too much.
"Your Majesty, please take off the bride's red hijab!" Xi Niang handed a scale to the man in the wedding robe.
The man glanced at Xi Niang and a girl in the room and said, "You guys should step aside first!"
Xi Niang was stunned for a moment and thought that the process was not completed yet. Is the prince in such a hurry
The man smiled and said, "This is not my first time getting married. Do I still need you to teach me what to do?"
Princess Mochou frowned slightly under the hijab. The voice was not very similar to Zhu Yan, but it might be that he had changed a little after the brain injury. She could only tell herself this.
The other girl who was obedient to Xi Niang left the bedroom and closed the doors and windows for them.
The man walked up to the slender bride, holding on to the weighing pole, and gently opened the bright red hijab, revealing the charming and beautiful face under the hijab.
Mochou raised her eyes to see the man in front of her. He was tall, handsome, and impressive.
However, when she saw his face clearly, the smile on her face solidified. The man in front of her was not Zhu Yan, not Zhu Yan.
She stood up with a roar, pointed at the man and said tremblingly: "Who are you? Where is Zhu Yan? Where are the others?"
The man raised his eyebrows: "I am Prince Jing Zhu Sui, Zhu Yan is my sixth brother, and I am the ninth oldest. Not long after I took up the position of Prince Jing, I was worried about getting married. I didn't expect that the princess would be willing to marry me. It’s so good, I naturally want it.”
Ranked ninth? Although his face is not bad, he is obviously older than Zhu Yan. He is actually the ninth oldest? Moreover, what does it mean that he just took the position of Prince Jing not long ago? What does it mean? Just find someone to take over Zhu Yan's shortcomings
"Tell me, where is Zhu Yan?" Mochou looked at the man in front of him coldly and said angrily.
Zhu Sui shrugged: "I heard that he was traveling to various countries. He has been away for two months. Who knows where he is now?"
Traps, conspiracies, liars, all liars.
She quickly pulled off the golden crown on her head, threw it to the ground, and said angrily: "I will only marry Zhu Yan, you are not him, this marriage does not count!"
Zhu Sui snorted coldly: "It doesn't count? You said it doesn't count. In our country of Xiliang, we worshiped, got married, and entered this bridal chamber. If you say it doesn't count, it doesn't count?"
No matter how thick-skinned Mochou was, she couldn't help but blush and angrily shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who entered the bridal chamber with you?"
Zhu Sui shrugged and looked around: "Not in? Then what is this room? It's midnight, a man and a woman alone, a newlywed. What is this if it's not a bridal chamber?"