C8 Suicide

Prime Minister Zuo spoke earnestly and thoroughly, showing a father who loved his daughter dearly. However ? Who is the Seventh Prince?

Six wives had died on the wedding night. Which family would be willing to marry their daughter to him?

If it wasn't for the emperor's decree, who would be willing to send their daughter to her death?

Murong Yue thought, but the smile on his face was slightly sweet. Although there were still scars on her face, she wasn't very ugly. She looked at the Prime Minister and said, "Father, don't worry. Your daughter will marry without worry. She will definitely not make things difficult for father."

Murong Yue was too obedient at this moment, causing Prime Minister Zuo to feel extremely confused. After all, the Murong Yue from yesterday, who looked as if he could eat someone at any time, had a deep impression of him.

However, Prime Minister Zuo heaved a sigh of relief when he thought about it.

Now, he only had to wait for Murong Yue to marry the Seventh Prince, hand over the phoenix imprint, and Xi Er could then marry the His royal highness the prince to become the Crown Princess.

The current Emperor's body was getting worse and worse, but the position of the His royal highness the prince did not change at all. It was clear that this was the future Emperor. After getting on the Crown Prince's boat, who would worry about not having a good day?

When he thought of this, the Prime Minister felt that everything was worth it.

The betrothal gift had been delivered, and they had seen the man. After these people left, Murong Xi who had been hiding behind slowly walked out.

Her face was still wrapped in bandages as she looked at Murong Yue with a sinister expression. "I haven't congratulated big sister, and am about to become an imperial concubine."

Hearing that, Murong Yue frowned: "Thank you, little sister. I still have to congratulate my little sister, even if my face is ruined, I can still become a Crown Princess." With that, Murong Yue turned and left.

"You!" Murong Xi was so angry that he almost died.

Just as he was about to argue, he was pulled back by the Prime Minister's wife, "Xi Er, don't be rash. Remember, no matter how arrogant this woman is, she will still die in the end. After all, no one can survive in the Seventh Prince's Mansion. "

The Prime Minister's wife's tone was very cold, but her words were very cruel.

After Murong Xi heard this, he gave up. "When she dies, I will throw her to the dogs!"

"When the time comes, I'll depend on you for everything." The Prime Minister's wife comforted him.

Prime Minister Zuo looked at the mother and daughter and felt a headache coming on. "Don't be too optimistic. Don't forget, even if everything was fulfilled, it was still very difficult to guess His royal highness the prince's thoughts.

All these years, the His royal highness the prince did not reveal anything, and did not seem to care about anything, but you guys are too much, causing the Crown Prince to be annoyed, so this marriage, you can only dream about it! "

Ever since Murong Yue had appeared that day, he had never left his own courtyard. On the other hand, besides going out to get food to eat, Xing Er had always been by Murong Yue's side the entire time.

The time was not fast, but three days had passed in the blink of an eye.

In the early morning of this day, the entire manor was decorated with lanterns and decorations. For the first time, Murong Yue's run-down little courtyard became lively.

He changed into a wedding dress, put on a phoenix crown, and added another set of makeup before he was done.

Xing Er stood by Murong Yue's side. He could not intervene, but his eyes were filled with tears. Seeing her like this, Murong Yue couldn't help but want to laugh.

Why did it seem like they were about to part forever after coming to her place?

"The auspicious hour has arrived!" Outside, there was a shout, and Murong Yue was pushed out, following that, someone grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the sedan.

Xing Er walked to the side of the palanquin and whispered: "Miss, why are you so silly?"

"Xing Er, there are many times when people do not have a choice. In such a situation, the only thing he could do was to obey. However ? When we have a choice, it will not be too late to get everything back. " Murong Yue's lazy words made Xing Er even more depressed in his heart.

They were all clearly the daughters of the Prime Minister, so why was it that their young mistress was always disliked?

Even at this time, he still had to drag the little miss to her death.

Although she was discontented, she couldn't do anything about it. If she spoke too much, it might bring more trouble to her young mistress. Xing Er thought, gritting his teeth, he followed her out.

As the sedan was carried to the door, a burst of weeping could be heard. "Sister, sister is really reluctant to part with me." "You and I have a deep sisterly relationship, and now that big sister is going to marry someone, little sister is truly not willing to part with it."

Outside, Murong Xi's voice sounded.

The crying had dispersed all the joy in his heart. Everyone recalled that the young lady of the Prime Minister's Estate was courting death.