C48 Crowning ceremony

Jun Qiran looked coldly at Jun Yanran, and said coldly: "If I were you, I would honestly stay at home, so that no one would steal my hard-earned position as the crown prince's consort."

Jun Qiran's words stunned Jun Yanran for three seconds. After thinking about it, he still could not understand what the other party meant.

"Jun Qiran, you, speak clearly. What do you mean?!" Jun Yanran pulled Jun Qiran's arm, preventing him from leaving.

Jun Qiran looked at her with a smile that was not a smile and flung away Jun Yanran's hand that was tightly holding her arm.

After leaving, only Jun Yanran was left in a daze.

After returning to his room, Jun Qiran went into the Nuwa Stone s to cultivate. In the past few days at Forest of Wailing, he had accumulated quite a few Spiritual Strength s, and there were signs of a breakthrough.

Within the Nuwa Stone, with Jun Qiran as the center, a gigantic whirlpool of Spiritual Strength formed.

After an unknown period of time, Jun Qiran slowly opened her eyes and let out a long breath. At this time, Jun Qiran had already reached the eighth level of Qi Cultivating Stage and was showing signs of breaking through to the ninth level!

Jun Qiran stretched his waist in satisfaction, the fatigue of the past few days disappearing without a trace.

"Someone's coming." The Hachimata reminded.

"Miss." Bi Yun passed a set of clothes in front of Jun Qiran.

Jun Qiran frowned as he looked at the clothes in front of him.

Normally, girls would not be interested in clothes that they liked. They would not even have the mood to dress up their own appearance.

"Master wants you to change into this set of clothes and attend the crowning ceremony of the crown prince." Bi Yun said respectfully.

Jun Qiran nodded, his face did not have much expression.

In the carriage.

"Dye, all the families in East Mausoleum will send people to attend this time." Jun Mochen gently said with a fan in his hand.

Jun Qiran retracted her gaze, and gently nodded her head. What Di Yeming did had nothing to do with her, and it was not because of the Jun Family that she would not come to the conferred ceremony.

The horse carriage soon arrived at the main hall. They didn't arrive early, but most of the people from the various families were already there.

The floor made of white jade looked extremely luxurious. The pillars in the hall were carved with life Golden Dragon s, as if they could break out of their confinement in the next second and soar across the horizon.

The entire palace was filled with the beauty of the majestic atmosphere.

Jun Qiran retracted his gaze and walked into the hall with Jun Mochen.

This was the first time the original owner had entered the palace. Although the original owner was once the young miss of the Jun Family, he was born with a broken spirit and was unable to cultivate. Adding to that, he was a little foolish, so he hadn't left the Jun Mansion much, let alone come to a place like the palace.

As Jun Yanran was the future crown prince's consort, he had arrived in the great hall early.

Seeing Jun Qiran and Jun Mochen's figures that were walking side by side, he immediately said in a weird tone:

"Oh, isn't this the young mistress?"

Seeing that Jun Yanran and Jun Qiran were at loggerheads, the young mistresses from various families started to speak out as well: "What direct descendant is the young miss? "He's just a piece of trash."

"Yanran, let me tell you, there are some people who do not know their own morals. You must be careful, it is hard to avoid some people who do not have the intention to change their mind."

"That's right, there's a saying. The more ugly people are, the more trouble they will cause!"

Jun Qiran listened to the crowd and continued to talk, his expression was still indifferent, as though he was looking at a few jumping clowns.

Jun Mochen's handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot, the white jade fan in his hand slowly tightened, there were faint signs of anger on his face.

Just as he was about to step forward and teach these young mistresses of the Venerable family a lesson, Jun Qiran stopped him.

"Bro, we just bit each other. We can't just go back, can we?"

The few young mistresses were obviously stunned for a moment. They did not expect this rumored extremely weak young miss of the Jun Family would actually dare to speak to them in such a manner.

"Whoever answers will be the one." Jun Qiran said.

A few of the young miss from influential clans had their expressions turned ugly, but because of Jun Mochen, they could only be angry but not say anything.

Ha ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha ha!" "Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from outside the hall.

The few young mistresses wanted to curse out loud, but when they saw the person outside the door, they couldn't help but shrink back. All the malicious words stuck in their throats.

"Mo Chen, this little sister of yours is quite interesting. No wonder you are so protective of her." Feng Chenlang was unrestrained as he walked in elegantly.

Feng Chenlang had purposely dressed up today, and as the saying goes, a person would have to depend on his clothes and saddle his horse. Feng Chenlang's appearance as a noble young master won over a large group of young girls' hearts.

"Sister, are you interested in getting to know each other?" Feng Chenlang blinked her peach blossom eyes, and continued to fire at Jun Qiran.

However, countless girls secretly clenched their teeth, and very unwillingly tore Jun Qiran's body into ten thousand pieces.

Jun Qiran looked into the sky speechlessly, but he did not care about the fool in front of him.

"Chen Lang, you really don't care about what food you eat, who dares to hook up with you, aren't you afraid Mo Chen will rip you apart?" Gu Yao teased. The first half of his sentence had ridiculed Jun Qiran in an incomparably ugly way, while the latter half had raised Jun Mochen's status.

Even Jun Mochen had nothing to say when it came to this matter.

Outside the great hall, three young men walked over in the opposite light. The young man looked like a character that had just walked out of a comic book; his beauty was suffocating.

Facing the excitement of the other girls, Jun Qiran merely cast a glance at the three of them, his expression the same as before, and did not take Gu Yao's words to heart.

Jing Jibai had seen Jing Jibai once, and as for the pale-faced man, who had a trace of sickness in his body, he was probably the Ye Changsheng Ye Changsheng that Jun Mochen and Feng Chenlang mentioned a lot in the Forest of Wailing.

In the palace, Di Yeming and Jun Wange walked over.

"Is everyone here? "What are you chatting about that makes you so happy."

Jun Wange laughed and asked, she had a smile on her face, looking gentle and gentle, just like a mistress.

The moment the duo saw the duo, two words appeared in everyone's mind. A perfect match made in heaven.

As Jun Yanran watched Jun Wange and Di Yeming's figures slowly walk over, she felt as if something had exploded in her brain with a "boom".

Countless questions swirled in Jun Yanran's mind. Why were the two of them together? The Cabinet was Di Yeming's resting place, and normally, even she, Di Yeming, would not allow herself to enter ?

But even so, Jun Yanran did not dare to question Di Yeming, and could only grit his teeth.

The moment Jun Wange appeared, the young mistresses of the aristocratic families who were originally surrounding Jun Yanran all ran over to his side.

The one on the left and the one on the right called her sister, they called her so intimately, as if she was a long-lost sister.

It was no wonder that even a fool would know which was more important, the future princess consort or the current Sword Spirit Sect.

After all, even the current emperor had to give Jun Wange some face.

"Big Brother Mo Chen, Big Brother Chen Lang, Longevity, Ji Bai, Big Brother Gu Yao."

Jun Wange smiled and nodded to everyone, then strode over to Feng Chenlang and the others, smiling like flowers as he shouted.

Jun Qiran couldn't help but exclaim to himself when he saw the person in front of him. With Jun Wange's ability, he could get along so well with the four big shots in the capital.

From start to end, Di Yeming's gaze had never left Jun Qiran's body, yet from start to finish, the other party had never once looked at him.

This contrast was unacceptable to the crown prince.

A large part of the reason why Di Yeming asked Jun Qiran to come was because of a man's vanity. Back then in the Jun Mansion, he did not forget how this woman had insulted him.

However, seeing how Jun Qiran didn't seem to care about him at all, felt even worse. It was as if his fist had landed on cotton and there was no reaction at all.

"Alright, today is the day of my bestowment of the great hall. In a while, it will be held in the imperial garden. Everyone should go to the imperial garden first." Di Yeming said with a gloomy face.

Everyone saw that Di Yeming's mood was not good, and all of them trembled in fear. Only the members of the Four Great Clans and Feng Chenlang were still chatting on the side.