Zi Yan took a step forward and lowered her voice to inform.
Murong Qianjue nodded thoughtfully, "Success! I've made a note! It's the seat of the emperor!"
Three days later.
Prince Gong got married, and all the guests gathered at Yuhua Terrace.
Except for the emperor's old man, almost everyone who should come has come, except today's bride.
Prime Minister's Mansion.
The wedding sedan chair had already arrived at the gate, but there was no movement at the Wanyun Pavilion.
Luqiao hurriedly urged at the door, "Miss, the sedan chair has been waiting at the door for more than an hour, if you don't go out, I'm afraid it will be auspicious time! My son-in-law has no father or mother, and the master and wife entered the palace early in the morning to greet the guests." Go, there are not many people left in the Prime Minister's Mansion right now!"
"Mother has gone too?" Dongfang Jing narrowed her eyes and asked outside the window.
Luqiao nodded, "The third lady was the first to go, and she has been away for more than two hours."
"It seems that she takes today very seriously." Dongfang Jing twitched her lips, "By the way, have you found the person I asked Empress Xian to look for?"
"Found it." Luqiao nodded, then moved to Dongfang Jing's ear and whispered in a low voice.
Dongfang Jing nodded in satisfaction, "Sure enough, it's Little Seventeen. Dongfang Si has lived for so many years, but he can't imagine that his methods are still so poor!"
"The maidservant has prepared the Seventeenth Prince's favorite snacks according to your instructions." Luqiao smiled, "The concubine Xian should have already made arrangements."
"Yeah." Dongfang Jing responded, and then got up.
"Miss, where are you going? The wedding dress hasn't changed yet!" Luqiao frowned, hugged the wedding dress, and stumbled behind her.
Dongfang Jing took the wedding dress, stretched out her hand to caress it, and said with a smile, "What a good material, it's a pity that I don't need it anymore."
After finishing speaking, she picked up the scissors in the embroidery basket by the table, and cut the wedding dress into pieces in two or three strokes!
"Miss! Don't! Miss!" Lu Qiao reached out to snatch it, but it was too late. Dongfang Jing has always acted decisively, leaving no room for retreat. The red cloth fell on the ground, like withered petals, flirtatious, but it is also a pity.
"What should I do?! Madam only prepared such a wedding dress for the young lady, but the young lady cut it up, what do you want to wear for today's ceremony?!" Lu Qiao was in a hurry.
Dongfang Jing got up and walked to the closet, picked up a pure white dress, looked back and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've already prepared it. Zongzheng Fusu forced me to get married, and my mother made trouble on my wedding day." , They are so worthy of me, if I don't do something earth-shattering, how can I be worthy of their painstaking efforts?"
"Miss... what do you mean by that?" Lu Qiao was obviously frightened.
Dongfang Jing smiled and changed the clothes in her hands, and turned around.
Luqiao was even more terrified, "Miss! This is... but mourning clothes! Your Majesty bestowed a marriage, how can you wear mourning clothes to the banquet?! If Longyan is furious, it will be a capital crime of beheading!"
"Your Majesty will not be angry." Dongfang Jing said firmly, "I have already arranged everything. If Your Majesty is really angry, he will never take it on me!"
"Miss..." Luqiao stood there dumbly, and couldn't understand what she said.
Dongfang Jing stretched out her hand and put it on the back of her hand. Dressed in plain white mourning clothes, she walked out of Wanyun Pavilion with high spirits.
"Let's go, it's time for the show to begin!"
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