C11 Kowtowing

These words caused the wedding ladies to cower for a moment before continuing to shout, "We bow to the heavens and earth!"

"Second bow to the hall!"

Murong Yue bowed along with the Seventh Prince. It was impossible for the Emperor Queen to come personally, so the only thing she could do was bow to the imperial edict.

"Husband and wife bow to each other."

The two of them bowed together.

Murong Yue felt a little strange in her heart. She had done a lot of things before, but marriage, was indeed the first time a young lady had been in a sedan.

But somehow, he became serious.

It was very cold, but it was safe. Her actions today could be said to have offended the crown prince, and she had openly offended the Prime Minister. The Left Prime Minister did not dare to act today because of the presence of the Seventh Prince.

At least, for this moment, Murong Yue was somewhat grateful to Seventh Prince.

"Gift!" With the cry of the wedding nanny, everyone's heart finally felt at ease. At least nothing happened. The seventh wangfei of Seventh Prince, could also be considered to have been married into his hands.

After that, Murong Yue was sent to the bridal room, and the Seventh Prince accepted everyone's congratulations.

"Miss, do you want to eat something?" Inside the bridal room, Xing Er asked carefully. Thinking about what happened today, Xing Er was also shocked.

She originally thought that the Miss had accepted the situation, but now it seemed that there was grievance in her heart as well.

"Bring me some pastries." Murong Yue said lazily.

"Yes." Xing Er said, and took the pastries from the table, he originally wanted to eat them, but in the next second, he started to frown.

She sniffed and smiled.

The door creaked open, and a man dressed in wedding clothes stood at the door. Xing Er heard him and raised his head, in the next second, he looked as if he was being strangled, as he was unable to say a word, and knelt down while trembling: "Your majesty, Your Highness, please forgive me."

Forgive?

Murong Yue who was holding onto the pastries was stunned.

Then he heard someone say, "You can leave."

This voice sounded really familiar. Murong Yue thought.

Since the person had already spoken, Xing Er naturally did not dare to stay. After Xing Er left, Murong Yue only felt his eyes brighten.

What entered his eyes was a bright red wedding suit, as well as a man's slim waist. This body shape was extremely good. Murong Yue thought.

"Princess Consort has been staring at This King's waist. What are you doing? But are you worried that This King will not be able to satisfy you in the future? " The man's voice was no longer as cold as when he was outside. Instead, it had a hint of playfulness and mockery in it.

Murong Yue was startled, this voice was too familiar.

Raising his head, Murong Yue looked at the man's face. It didn't matter if he didn't look, but looking at him, he felt like he was in a bad situation!

Under the candlelight, it was an extremely beautiful face. The willow leaf eyebrows looked even better than the woman, and there was a hint of melancholy within them. A pair of peach blossom eyes were tainted with haze.

His fair face was even more beautiful than the white jade accessories he wore. Such a face, no matter what era it was, could make a person's heart beat faster.

However, it was this face, that was almost eaten by Murong Yue to commit suicide!

"I wonder if Your Highness' face is satisfactory?"

"Satisfied." Murong Yue was stuttering. He felt that he had to find a good time to acknowledge Buddha! Of course, this was on the premise that she could survive.

Hearing Murong Yue's words, the man's smile became deeper, and he looked even more enchanting, but Murong Yue really felt like he had seen a ghost.

Furthermore, he was a debt collector!

"Princess doesn't seem to be very afraid of This King." The man's words were rather meaningful.

"How could that be? Your Highness' demeanor is like that of a man of heaven, I am just a little entranced by your actions. " Murong Yue said with a sincere face.

"Is that so?" The man raised an eyebrow and picked up a teacup from the table. After weighing the cup, he asked, "Princess, what do you think of this cup?"

"The items from the King's Manor are all of the highest quality." Murong Yue's face was now wooden.

The man's smile became even wider, and he passed the teacup to Murong Yue. She whispered dubiously in her ear, "The one that wangfei smashed me with before is very painful."

With just that one sentence, Murong Yue's last bit of rationality also exploded loudly.