Early the next morning, when Fang Zilan got up groggily, she realized that she was already in the capital of Miluo Kingdom. The rules here were strict, not as good as those in the capital of Dajing.
After just one breakfast meal, she spent a full hour under the scrutiny of the people around her, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
From drinking water to eating, every move has rules. The range cannot be too large or too small. If it is too big, it will look rough, if it is small, it will look coy, and it will be unsatisfactory no matter what you do.
So Fang Zilan listened to the restrained inhalation of the nanny beside him, and simply ignored it, picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Then she heard a chuckle, reaching her ears before her grandma's lecture. She raised her eyes and saw Murong Qing standing at the door, smiling back at her.
"The Crown Prince." Fang Zilan put down the tea cup in her hand, stood up and greeted Murong Qing, "I don't know if the Crown Prince is here..."
Before she could finish her question, she was interrupted, "Your Majesty, even distinguished guests from the capital must abide by our Miluo rules. How long has it been, and they haven't even entered the palace to meet His Majesty? "
Fang Zilan looked at the speaker with a serious look on her face. The man was dressed in military uniform, with impatience written all over his face, as if he would rush in and take her away in the next moment.
"Miluo's rules are nothing more than this." Fang Zilan straightened her sleeves, with an obvious look of disdain in her eyes, which angered the other party as expected, "What did you say?"
He took a step forward as he spoke, but before he could make a move, he was stopped by someone, "This is Miss Fang San, who is specially sent by His Majesty and the Queen to deliver Princess Dejia's wedding. You must not be presumptuous."
The speaker was Meng Tingyang. After he finished speaking, he bowed to Murong Qing and said: "Your Majesty, it's almost time. If we miss the time, I'm afraid the king..."
He did not continue. Murong Qing nodded slightly and saluted Fang Zilan: "Miss Fang San, I wonder where His Royal Highness King Yucheng and Princess Dejia are now?"
Fang Zilan pursed her lips and was embarrassed to say that she didn't know until she arrived in the lobby of the post house that the two people thought Miluo had too many rules and took the people around them back to the room for breakfast, leaving her alone to support the scene.
Fortunately, after all the noise, the two people came uninvited, and the group entered Miluo Palace neatly.
Another hour passed, and Fang Zilan watched the sun rise higher and higher, but they had not yet entered the palace, let alone met the king Mu Churui.
On the way into the palace, there were only routine inspections and greetings from the palace guards, and there were several rounds of greetings. In addition, when they were walking, if they met a noble person in the palace, that is, Mu Churui's concubine, they had to avoid it, so the time dragged on longer and longer.
After all this hard work, not to mention Fang Zilan was exhausted, she felt that she had never been so tired from fighting before, and even Li Qianning had a sullen face, as if she was going to have an attack at any time.
Only Li Qiyou could still keep his composure. From time to time, he would express concern to Fang Zilan and Li Qianning, but with little effect.
Murong Qing, on the other hand, was obviously sweating profusely and was a little unsteady on his feet, but he still kept his back straight and took every step meticulously, for fear of making a mistake.
Fang Zilan followed closely, her eyes always fixed on Murong Qing. For some reason, she suddenly remembered that he was like this on the day she took him to the capital. It seemed that if he made one wrong step, he would be doomed.
At a young age, I was thinking very hard, lighting a lamp and boiling oil. Sure enough, there must be something pitiful about hateful people.
"Miss Fang San." The nanny on the side called Fang Zilan. She retracted her thoughts, bowed and bowed again, with an indifferent expression, but in her heart she scolded Miluo's rules over and over again.
After finally entering the palace and saluting once again, Fang Zilan finally saw the legendary leader of Miluo Kingdom - Mu Churui.
The Mu royal family all have excellent looks, and Mu Churui is no exception. It's just that compared to Mu Chuji's fierceness and Murong Qing's fragility, he is more like a pool of autumn water, with unpredictable depths and an indescribable gloomy beauty.
After the pleasantries on the scene, it was the reception banquet. Fang Zilan saw that the sky was getting dark, and her heart sank a little. However, after all, she came to see the bride on behalf of the emperor and empress, so she couldn't miss such a formal banquet.
"Are you okay?" Li Qiyou quietly came to Fang Zilan's side and held her arm. "I saw that you didn't look well, so I thought..."
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Fang Zilan avoided Li Qiyou without leaving a trace, "I just haven't had lunch and am hungry, so I don't have much energy."
Before she finished speaking, Murong Qing suddenly fell towards her. She subconsciously reached out to help her, but a candy was stuffed into her hand, "Your Majesty..."
"I'm sorry." Murong Qing stood up straight and said obediently: "I was the one who offended, please don't blame Miss Fang San."
Fang Zilan clutched the candy in her hand, with mixed feelings in her heart, "Your Majesty's words are serious."
"Miss Fang San..." Murong Qing didn't wait to say anything, and was taken to Prince Zhongzheng and his wife by Meng Tingyang, preparing to sit down at the table.
Fang Zilan looked at the happy Zhongzheng Wang family and felt inexplicably lonely. She once had relatives, but now...
But he was alone, with nothing left.
"It's time to take your seats." Li Qiyou reminded Fang Zilan in a low voice. She followed him like a marionette, filed in, and sat down below him.
Silk and bamboo were singing and dancing, talking and laughing, and the whole court was filled with joy. Fang Zilan poured herself a glass of wine and accepted everyone's toasts. It was not until Li Qiyou finished his congratulatory speech that she stood up but stumbled a step. Then she realized that she was very drunk and everything in front of her was like a shadow and could not be seen clearly.
Fortunately, she had practiced her congratulations many times, and even though her body was unstable, she could still speak clearly every word without showing any signs of timidity.
Li Qiyou's eyes showed deep worry. He wanted to be Fang Zilan's support, but in full view of the public, he must not do anything that exceeded the rules.
Fang Zilan slowly sat back and took a long breath, but she saw Li Qianning holding up the wine cup and congratulating her from a distance: "Thank you Miss Fang San. Dejia's happiness is also the happiness of both countries. In the future, Dejia will She is the wife of Miluo. Therefore, today, Dejia has a gift to present to the future husband of Miluo, the ruler of Miluo, to express her sincerity."
After hearing this, Mu Churui said a few polite words, and then heard Li Qianning say: "The Empress Dowager of Dajing heard that Mrs. Zhongzheng had passed away for a long time, and she felt sorry for the prince because he was young and frail and had no one to take care of him. She specially arranged a marriage for Prince Zhongzheng and Miss Fang San. Another happy event for both countries."
Fang Zilan felt confused. What did Li Qianning say? The Empress Dowager granted her a marriage and asked her to marry Murong Qing? What nonsense is this...
She looked at Wang Zhongzheng's family across from them, and they all looked astonished. Even Murong Qing's eyes widened, and his dazed look looked much more pleasing to the eye than usual.
But that was Murong Qing. Murong Qing was not yet fourteen years old. How could she marry him?
