C2 Seven Years ago

Seven years ago.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please wake up. . . " The servant Shui'er's voice was somewhat urgent, and it was also trembling.

Today was the wedding day of Third Prince Yu Wushuang. Your Royal Highness had clearly instructed her to drink less wine. But she only went to the kitchen to serve ten thousand sobering soup. By the time she returned, his Royal Highness was already unconscious.

I, am still alive?

Under Shui'er's call, the hangover Yu Wushuang suddenly woke up. That pair of fierce and bloodthirsty eyes opened, scaring Shui'er so much that she took a step back and almost fell to the ground.

"King, Your Highness. . . "

"Wake up, hangover soup. . . "

Shui'er's trembling voice, The moment the Royal Highness opened his eyes, that intense hatred that seemed to have solidified scared her to the point of trembling.

"Sobbing wine soup?"

Yu Wushuang took the jade bowl that Shui'er handed over and rubbed her temples. She remembered that she jumped off the cliff. Why didn't she die?

"Your Royal Highness, it is all Shui'er's fault. Please don't. . . Don't kill Shui'er. . . " Seeing Yu Wushuang finish drinking the sobering soup in the jade bowl, Shui'er who had been standing by her side suddenly knelt on the ground.

He used his head to smash the ground and after a few moments, his head was already bleeding. . .

This scene was very familiar.

Suddenly, Yu Wushuang raised her eyes and looked around. She saw that the entire Imperial Residence was decorated with lanterns and ribbons, and the sky was filled with red. Each pillar, tree, and even the ground had the word 'joy' written on it.

She was wearing a red wedding dress. . .

A memory that had been sealed for a long time surfaced in her mind. Yu Wushuang muttered, "Today is my wedding?"

When she said those words, her entire person felt as if she was in a cold pond. It was so cold that it pierced the bone.

"Today is the wedding of the Royal Highness, but Shui'er, Shui'er. . . "

Yu Wushuang listened to Shui'er's words and heard her personally say that today was her Yu Wushuang's wedding? Her entire person suddenly stood up and then burst into laughter!

"Haha. . . " Her laughter was crazy and even crazy!

"Yueli, what should we do now?"

Yu Wushuang's voice was soft, gentle, and carried a hint of reluctance. "I didn't expect to see you again. I can still. . . "

When she said this, her watery eyes only contained hatred.

The full moon was bright, indicating that it was beautiful and perfect. Under the moonlight, the woman wore a fiery red wedding dress, and a fiery phoenix soared into the sky.

The woman had beautiful facial features, and her watery eyes were shining like clear spring water. Under the moonlight, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her black eyes narrowed slightly. Her entire person suddenly emitted a lazy aura.

"Shui'er, get up. " Yu Wushuang stood up proudly and turned around to walk towards the study.

When she opened the door, a figure appeared behind her.

"Your Royal Highness, Young Master Dongfang Xuen requests an audience. " Behind Yu Wushuang, Yu Yin's voice sounded.

That man?

Yu Wushuang's brows slightly wrinkled and then changed to a smile. "Bring him here. "

Back then, she, Yu Wushuang, did not see him. Because she felt that there was no need. More importantly, she was unwilling to waste such precious time on meeting that man.

Dongfang Xuen, Yu Wushuang's childhood friend, the second young master of Left Prime Minister Mansion.

Yu Yin's people left and very soon, Yu Wushuang heard footsteps.

It was just that the footsteps were very messy.

The study room's door was pushed open and a cool smell of alcohol entered the room. Yu Wushuang looked up and saw that the man was wearing a dark purple robe. His outer robe had already become loose and loose, revealing his lean chest. . .

Yu Wushuang frowned when she saw this scene.

But the person who came looked at the room with a pair of drunk eyes. When she saw the person that she missed every day in the house, a happy smile suddenly appeared on her delicate and pretty face, which was not considered to be a beautiful city.

"Shuang-er, Shuang-er. . . "

His footsteps floated in the air and his voice was gentle. It was filled with all of his longing and the pain he was feeling right now.

Yu Wushuang sat there and watched helplessly as that man walked towards her. Along the way, she almost fell to the ground a few times. Finally, he safely arrived in front of her.

"Shuang-er, I really miss you, I really miss you. . . "

The man's voice was muffled. He even stretched out his hands and shakily held Yu Wushuang's face.

If he was awake, he definitely would not have the courage. But now, he was drunk. He used the courage of the wine to touch the person he was thinking of.

How many days and nights had it been? He had always thought that if Yu Wushuang wanted to marry her husband, it would definitely be him. It was not only because he was. . . It was also because no one loved Yu Wushuang more than him.

Unfortunately, all of this was in vain. Today, when Third Prince Yu Wushuang married her husband, the person she married was not him, but the man called Bei Yueli.

They had been privately engaged since they were young. Why did they end up in such a state today?

The person Yu Wushuang wanted to marry was Bei Yueli, but that man did not love Yu Wushuang at all. The person he loved was that woman. It was' her '. But why did Shuang-er not care about it? Must she marry him?

A pair of pitiful eyes. She looked at him with a babyish expression, then cuddled him with infatuation. Seeing that she did not push his person away, The man raised his hazy watery eyes and looked at Yu Wushuang, his eyes staring straight at her red lips.

"Shuang-er, Shuang-er. . . "

The man's hazy eyes looked at her, then his gaze once again fell on her red lips.