A trace of disgust flashed in her red eyes, and she suppressed her emotions and pretended to be moved, "My husband is teaching you that I will definitely do my duty in the future."
Qi Chong's eyes were playful, his fingertips rubbed the back of her hand, and he thought he was flirtatious, "You and I haven't been together for a long time, today..."
The corners of Zhu Yan's lips curled up slightly, her hands climbed up to his chest, and she pushed gently, with a look of shame on her face, "Husband, I am inconvenienced today. I will stay with you in seven days."
Qi Chong frowned and immediately released his hold on her hand. He lost all interest and said lightly, "That's it. Since you are not feeling well, let's rest early."
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked away without waiting for the reaction of the person in front of him.
Zhu Yan's eyebrows were lowered, and she looked docile, but she didn't even look at the man.
At midnight, no one was waiting in the room. Zhu Yan sat up from the bed with her arms raised, lit a candle, sat in front of the desk covered with gauze, and buried herself in writing letters.
After about two cups of tea, I slowly stopped writing.
Looking at the family letter in her hand, Zhu Yan's fingertips trembled slightly, and an indescribable sourness surged into her heart.
After a while, Zhu Yan blew out the lights, returned to the bed, hid the family letter firmly under the pillow, and closed her eyes again.
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next day
The marriage of a daughter from the Tian family was so popular that the Ministry of Rites lost all their hair and forgot to eat and sleep for this day, for fear that they would not be able to show the prestige of the Yan Kingdom.
Colorful balls were wrapped around the pillars, concentric knots were hung at the entrances of each hall, and Double Happiness decals were stuck on the windows. It looked even more lively than the Chinese New Year.
There were many palace people standing outside the palace gate. They were all wearing new clothes tailor-made by the Ministry of Etiquette, and their bodies were more or less stained with red.
On one side is an endless dowry box, with countless silks, silks, medicines and treasures, which is enough to show that the royal family attaches great importance to the princess.
Ningshou Palace
Yuan Mi got up early and was sitting at the table in a daze, letting Qiu Yu draw pictures on her face.
"Mi'er, how are you preparing?"
Concubine Xiao's voice came from outside. Yuan Mi woke up a little and raised his eyes to look at the door.
The door of the room was pushed open, and Mrs. Xiao walked in slowly, her eyes falling on her daughter.
Yuan Mi was sitting at the table, dressed in a bright red dress that made her look bright and majestic. She had a complicated bun on her head and a gold hairpin on her head, making her look dazzling.
Seeing her daughter in her wedding dress, Mrs. Xiao's eyes turned red, and her hand on Yu Bai's arm tightened.
"Mother, my daughter and I are very happy today. It is unlucky to shed tears." Yuan Mi shook his head and smiled a little naively.
Concubine Xiao held back the sourness in her heart, twitched the corner of her mouth, and showed a smile that was both tearful and ugly, "This is the first time I saw my son look like this, my mother-in-law is happy, she won't cry... she won't cry..."
Yuan Mi pursed his lips, smiled, and said softly, "The mother-in-law must remember the most beautiful appearance of her son, and don't forget it."
"How can any mother in the world forget her child?" Mrs. Xiao slowly walked up behind her and looked at Yuan Mi in the bronze mirror. She felt a tearing pain in her heart, but she pretended nothing happened on her face.
"Mi'er, ever since you were born, my mother-in-law has been thinking about how you will look like when you get married. Now that she has seen it with her own eyes, she is still a little reluctant..."
After finishing her words, Mrs. Xiao looked sideways at Yu Bai behind her. The latter understood and walked out holding an arm-long wooden box.
Yuan Mi looked at the box, puzzled, and looked at Concubine Xiao blankly.
Concubine Xiao moved the corner of her mouth and said with a forced smile, "This is the dowry prepared by my mother for you. She had to change it into gold. If you are not in peace around you, just take this box and leave, which will ensure your safe return." To Dayan.”
Yuan Mi's eyes were sore, his hands hidden under his long sleeves were clenched into fists, and his eyes were full of reluctance.
But she understood that once she chose this path, she would not be able to look back.
"...Thank you very much, concubine." Yuan Mi said softly with crooked eyebrows, "Even in Turks, my sons would often write letters to my concubine to express their longing for each other."
Concubine Xiao bit her lower lip, held back her tears, and laughed softly, "Don't talk about these sad things, just stay with me for a while longer."
Yuan Mi took Concubine Xiao's hand, leaned against her waist, and said lightly, "Concubine, so what is the price of growth...?"
Mrs. Xiao hugged her shoulders tightly, tears sliding down her cheeks.
Two quarters of an hour later, Qiu Yu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and whispered, "Princess, the time has come."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Xiao stiffened and let go of Yuan Mi's body with trembling fingertips.
Yuan Mi stood up slowly, sighed softly, looked at Qiu Yu beside him, "Let's go."
"yes."
In the main hall, Yuan Mi stepped on red silk and walked up slowly. The tassel on the back of his head swayed slightly, showing no trace of etiquette.
Yuan Chen sat on the golden throne, his eyes following the woman in the center of the hall, his eyes full of love.
Yuan Mi stopped, knelt down in the hall, and said in a loud voice, "Yuan Mi pays homage to the emperor, may he be blessed with peace and prosperity."
Yuan Chen's lips moved slightly and his tone became softer, "Xiaojiu..."
Yuan Mi lowered his head slightly, waiting for his next words.
Yuan Chen closed his eyes, feeling extremely confused. It wasn't until Cong You coughed twice in displeasure that he came back to his senses and winked at the eunuch Zhuo Ming on the side.
Zhuo Ming understood clearly, took two steps forward, unfolded the imperial edict in his hand, and read loudly, "The ninth princess is Roujia Youzhang, with a beautiful and orchid heart, and a smart temperament. She is the pearl of the Yan Dynasty. Now she is specially granted the title of Yong'an to marry a Turk." .”
"May the two countries be reconciled and be friends forever."
After the words fell, Yuan Mi made a grand ceremony, and his clear voice echoed in the hall, "Yong'an obeys the decree."
Yuan Chen looked at his sensible and well-behaved sister. Although he was reluctant to give up, he was unable to change the outcome. He could only try his best to make up for her, "Xiaojiu, I will select one person from the clan and three from the court to serve as chief and deputy Let me get you married."
"No matter what happens in the future, remember that you are Dayan's princess and the apple of our eye. No matter where you go, don't let yourself be wronged."
Yuan Mi felt a warm feeling in his heart and responded softly, "Yongan understands Brother Huang's intentions."
Cong You coughed twice, stepped forward slowly, and said in a loud voice, "Emperor Dayan, the time has come. Please let the princess leave."
Yuan Chen looked sideways at him, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he answered after a while, "Yun."
Yuan Mi kowtowed and thanked him, took a deep look at his brother, stood up immediately, turned around and walked out of the palace.
The wedding party was very strong. The clan had a prince, the court also selected three envoys, a total of three envoys, and the Ministry of Rites also sent officials to watch the ceremony.
At the front and rear of the team were soldiers responsible for protecting the princess, plus the accompanying palace and kitchen masters, there were tens of thousands of people.
Outside the palace, Ji Cheng stared at the beautiful figures walking towards him not far away, feeling so nervous that his fingertips were numb.
Yuan Mi walked slowly, with a smile on his lips. When he saw Ji Cheng on the horse, his smile became brighter and there was no hint of gloominess at all.
Ji Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he also curled up his lips and smiled.
Looking from a distance, they are indeed a beautiful couple.
