In the Palace of Taihe, countless red lanterns representing celebration turned the entire palace into a sea of red celebration.
"Madam, the Marquis has gone to the front door to greet the two wedding envoys from the palace."
Listening to the sound of firecrackers outside the palace, a maid whispered in the direction of the girl's boudoir.
In a girl's boudoir.
Hearing the words of her personal maid, the old woman who was already forcing a smile could no longer suppress herself and sobbed softly while hugging Huang Zixin who was sitting on the embroidered bed.
"Mother, it is a happy event for your daughter to marry into the palace."
Wearing a mask and pretending to be Huang Zixin, Yin Hanhan felt the constant shaking from her shoulders and comforted her with gentle words.
"My poor son..."
When the old woman heard this, her face became even more sad, and she said bitterly:
"That old fool, he thinks I don't know what he's thinking? He doesn't feel sorry for your daughter, but I, my mother, do. My son, you are a piece of flesh that fell from my mother's body!"
That bastard, you men are just fighting outside and just scheming. Why do you want to involve you and my only daughter in this?
When the time comes when you and the little emperor fall out, what will you do to Zixin?
If you win, Zixin will have no choice but to become a widow; if you lose, Zixin will not end well in the palace.
Old bastard, you are pushing our daughter into the fire pit!
It's just that she couldn't say these words to her daughter at this wedding under any circumstances, so she could only swallow them alone and turn them into pain in her heart.
Thinking of this, the old woman's somewhat calm mood stirred up again, and she cried "woo woo" while holding her daughter beside her.
As if he felt the old woman in front of him sincerely towards him, or Huang Zixin, and thought of something, the coldness in the depths of Yin Hanhan's eyes trembled slightly, he reached out to hold the old woman's hands, and said softly:
"Mother, after my daughter enters the palace, she cannot be filial to her mother. Please take care of your health and don't think about your daughter. Your daughter will serve your majesty well in the palace and pray for her mother and father."
Hearing Yin Hanhan's comforting words, the old woman had tears in her eyes and said nothing. She just gently held Yin Hanhan's hands and nodded her head.
Sitting on the embroidery bench nearby, Bai Qing'er bit her lip and looked at the scene in front of her. It was impossible not to be jealous.
From childhood to adulthood, Senior Sister has always been Master's favorite and a treasure in his hand. Even if Senior Sister acts willfully, she will only be raised high and put down gently when punished.
Although the senior sister has indeed lived up to her master's painstaking efforts, whether it is martial arts or intelligence, she is unable to hold her head high against the disciples of Tianyin Pavilion.
But even so, she, Bai Qing'er, just felt dissatisfied.
Why, why?
Why can you, senior sister, get what you want, while I can only beg for scraps from behind?
Junior sister, why do I work so hard, but I can still only chase your back in vain?
Why can you, Senior Sister, be the one chosen to carry out this plan, while I, Senior Sister, am just the personal maid and dowry maid beside that person?
She, Bai Qing'er, is not convinced!
But even if she is not convinced, Bai Qing'er still knows the importance in her heart, and the master's plan is the most important.
Of course, it would be even better if, in the process of completing the master's plan, I can decide the outcome with you, Senior Sister Huanwan.
Listening to the faint voice of "Long live" coming from outside the door, Bai Qing'er hid these emotions deeply in her heart, with a joyful smile on her face. She stood up and said to the old and the young sitting on the embroidery bed:
"Madam, miss, your majesty's dragon chariot will arrive soon."
Just as Bai Qing'er finished speaking, a powerful shout came from outside the palace door.
"The auspicious time has come. Please bid the bride farewell to her parents."
"Mother, a daughter is unfilial and cannot fulfill her filial piety at her mother's knees."
Hearing the voices of the bride-welcoming messengers outside, Yin Hanhan knew that it was time to enter the palace.
She got up from the embroidered couch, knelt down in front of the old woman, and kowtowed goodbye.
"Xin'er, after entering the palace, take care of yourself, leave me alone, leave your father alone, and serve your Majesty well. If you are pregnant with a dragon, I will be even happier."
After gathering her emotions, the old woman opened her mouth, and finally turned a thousand words into a slightly joking exhortation.
Yes, as long as she is pregnant with the dragon species, Xin'er's position in the palace will become more stable.
Even if the old man fails in the end, His Majesty will not embarrass Xin'er too much for the sake of giving birth to an heir.
"Mother!"
Yin Hanhan's neck and cheeks were instantly stained with a layer of blush.
Looking at her daughter who was stomping her feet and acting like a child, the old woman's worries finally dissipated.
She looked at Bai Qing'er who was standing by and warned:
"You also know the temper of the young lady. When you are in the palace, you should take more care of her. If she has been wronged in the palace and refuses to speak out, then you can tell me and I will ask the master, uncle and two The young master went to the palace to reason with His Majesty!"
Hearing the old woman's words, Yin Huan, who was pretending to be Huang Zixin, was like a kitten with fried hair, threatening his personal maid, and then turned to face the old woman with a smile.
"Xiao He, if you dare to tell mother, I will never spare you! Besides, mother, it is always the daughter who bullies others. When has she ever been bullied by others?"
Looking at her daughter who was inspired by her words, the old woman stretched out her finger and wanted to tap her daughter's forehead, but she was afraid of ruining the hard-earned makeup, so she just tapped the back of her hand.
"Nonsense! That's Your Majesty!"
"Don't worry, madam. I will take good care of the young lady in the palace and will never let the master and madam worry."
Bai Qing'er pretended to be Xiao He and quickly made a promise while glancing at Yin Hanhan who had her head lowered.
Senior sister, when we enter the palace, we will slowly get closer.
At this moment, the voice of the messenger outside the house sounded again.
"My son, go!"
Putting the red hijab on her daughter's head with her own hands, the old woman almost used all her strength to say these four words.
"Daughter, farewell mother!"
Yin Hanwan, who was dressed in a phoenix crown and a bright red hijab, stood up and bowed deeply to the old woman. Then, with the support of Bai Qing'er, she left the boudoir and walked towards the door of the palace with big red silk flowers in her hands.
For a moment, everyone who saw Huang Zixin's outfit felt a sigh of relief in their hearts.
There is a peerless beauty who captivates the country and the city!
Fengguan Xiapei is undoubtedly the highest treatment a woman can receive when she gets married, and at this time, "Huang Zixin" is set off to the extreme.
"The bride has come out!"
Seeing "Huang Zixin" coming out of the palace, the people watching in front of the palace suddenly became excited.
"What bride, you want to be called the imperial concubine!"
The scholar on the side who knew a little about etiquette couldn't help but frowned and corrected.
"Yes, yes, the imperial concubine, the imperial concubine!"
Looking at Huang Zixin standing quietly in front of the palace, holding a big red silk flower in his hand, a trace of disgust flashed in the depths of Zhao Yu's eyes, and then was buried deeply.
The emperor issued an edict to accept Taihe Wang's daughter as the imperial concubine, and welcomed her with the courtesy of a queen. It can be said that no one in the entire Chu Dynasty knew about it.
Shia is no exception.
As early as a few days ago, he quietly passed all the information about Huang Zixin to Zhao Yu.
After Zhao Yu read it, he only had one sentence in his mind.
This woman is unruly and unworthy of being the mother of the world!
However, this is a political marriage for the world to see, but each has its own plans and gets what it needs.
At this moment, there was no room for him, Zhao Yu, to take a step back, not to mention that he, the emperor, had no intention of retreating.
Zhao Yu suppressed his thoughts, got off his horse, walked quickly to "Huang Zixin", and whispered:
"My beloved concubine, I'm here to pick you up personally!"
The man wearing a red hijab made a gentle "hmm" sound like a mosquito.
Bai Qing'er, who was on the side, looked at the two people in front of her, with an imperceptible look of envy flashing in her eyes, and handed the big red silk ribbon in her hand to Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu held the silk ribbon and guided "Huang Zixin" towards the phoenix sedan.
It wasn't until the other party was put on the phoenix sedan that Zhao Yu got on his horse.
The ritual music sounded, firecrackers cleared the way, and the huge wedding team returned to the palace under the gaze of the people.
