On the eve of the wedding, the news that the bride actually had a crush on her was a huge scandal.
The whole Ning Mansion was shrouded in gloom, and Ning Huayue was too embarrassed to go out to see people, so she hid in her room and cried day and night.
In comparison, Yan Fuguang was much calmer. He stayed out of things when he was neither worried nor angry, as if the person who was about to marry Ning Huayue was not him. He went to court when he should, and even though there was always someone rustling behind him, he pretended not to hear or see him.
At that time, Emperor Xihe felt sorry for his son and was furious. It is said that even Mr. Ning Ge, who was very proud in front of him, was scolded a few times.
In short, before they got married, everyone almost expected that Princess Jin's life would not be easy in the future.
Fang Jinbao didn't know what was wrong. He only saw that His Highness had suffered great injustice, and privately found Aunt Zhong to complain angrily.
"Sister, how could the Ning family be so bullying? Your Highness is a prince and the emperor's favorite son. How can he deserve to be so disrespected by his family?"
Fang Jinbao's every word was filled with anger, and he clenched his molars tightly, not wanting to see the princess who had not yet entered the house.
Aunt Zhong didn't have much expression, but her tone wasn't very pleasant either: "Our Highness is fine everywhere. It's not up to outsiders to pick and choose. Now that the news has spread outside, I'm afraid she herself has lost her face."
Fang Jinbao stomped his feet: "So what if I'm shameless? Why don't you want to marry into the prince's palace and serve our highness?"
Aunt Zhong glanced at him sideways: "What are you in a hurry for? At any time, our Highness is the only one who makes the decision. Whether the princess is the princess or not, it all depends on His Highness's mood."
Fang Jinbao nodded temporarily, but he was still upset.
He waved his hands and sulked, and a boy ran over and said, "Eunuch Fang, the concierge said that Prince Qi is here."
King Qi? What are you mixing in again?
Fang Jinbao swallowed all his complaints and politely welcomed Prince Qi Yan Changfeng into his residence, and then took him to Hemingyuan.
Yan Changfeng carried a pot of wine and walked into the house elegantly. When he saw Yan Fuguang, he immediately laughed loudly and said, "I have nothing to do. I'm here to meet my third brother for a drink. What will I do to delay you?"
"What can I do?" Yan Fuguang pointed to the seat next to him, "Second brother, sit down."
Yan Changfeng placed two wine glasses, filled them one by one, handed one to Yan Fuguang, and expressed his true intention: "People in the capital are best at creating rumors to affect the third brother's good mood. The second brother will apologize to you. But my second brother can guarantee that I will never know about this matter."
He was also annoyed. After all, it would be embarrassing for a normal person to have his future siblings get involved with him.
Yan Fuguang raised an eyebrow and took a sip of wine: "I know this matter has nothing to do with my second brother."
In other words, he didn't care who Ning Huayue liked at all. Anyway, as long as he had contact with anyone related to Queen Xu, he didn't want to be in contact with her, so he didn't have to be disgusted.
After hearing what he said, Yan Changfeng's heart finally settled down. They are all the proud sons of heaven. If brothers really get into a rift over a woman, it would be a big joke.
"It's okay, third brother, you're not unhappy. Come on, let's have another drink."
Yan Fuguang stayed with him until the end. He drank the whole bottle of wine, and the two brothers, who had a good capacity for drinking, were still sober.
"Second brother came to my house specifically for this matter today?" Yan Fuguang asked with clear eyes.
Yan Changfeng leaned on the couch, smiled with curved lips, and replied lazily: "Yes, I was shocked when I first heard about it. Whoever spread the rumor will definitely die a good death if I catch him. .”
Yan Fuguang paused and stopped talking.
**
When Prince Jin got married, Emperor Xihe and Empress Xu came to Jin Prince's Mansion to watch the ceremony in person.
The concubines of low status were not allowed to go out and wander around that day, and they were all kept safely in their own rooms.
Lu Qing felt the atmosphere of a wedding early in the morning. The backyard was decorated in a flourishing way to welcome the hostess.
The dining room was particularly busy, but fortunately Lu Qing had special privileges, so it didn't delay her filling her stomach.
While watching Lu Qing eating breakfast, Man Dong said: "Fortunately, the cook arranged by Grandma Zhong remembered to make breakfast for the concubine, otherwise she would have been like other concubines, not being able to get food."
People come and go, and there are always times when they are too busy. The people in the dining room dare not offend the concubines and concubines, and the concubines living at the bottom are naturally ignored.
Lu Qing patted her belly gently. She really benefited from this child a lot.
The eighth day of August was the best day. Ning Huayue, Fengguan Xiapei, entered the door of Prince Jin's Mansion. Although Emperor Xihe was dissatisfied with their Ning family, he still smiled and sat on the main seat at his son's wedding.
Yan Fuguang was wearing a bright groom's suit. The red ornaments and smiling faces around him did not bring any festive color to his face. He stood in the middle with a cold expression, holding the red hand on the other end of his newlywed bride. wife, but he didn't look sideways and didn't show any joy at the wedding.
The only person Emperor Xihe cared about was Yan Fuguang. Seeing that he was unhappy, his interest dropped by half. After saying a few words, he took Empress Xu back to the palace.
As night fell, Ning Huayue sat alone in the wedding room, feeling extremely uneasy.
Yan Fuguang was walking among the guests, and his four brothers enthusiastically helped him hold back the wine.
Prince Yan Xianzhi understood his eldest brother's temperament very well. He raised his wine glass and said to the person who had the courage to come forward to toast: "Today is a good day for the third brother Gu. He is still waiting to enter the bridal chamber with the bride. Wine Just You Gu and three younger brothers drank it!"
In fact, even if he hadn't said that, almost no discerning person present would have provoked Yan Fuguang.
After all, the name of the evil god is not groundless. They are not afraid of the prince who always has a smile on his face, but they are afraid of His Royal Highness King Jin who is often expressionless but has ruthless methods.
After three drinks, the guests left, and suddenly there was no sound in the Jin Palace.
Almost half an hour later, Yan Fuguang was still sitting in the study, motionless. He had already changed out of his wedding clothes and was looking at the book in his hand seriously, as if he had forgotten that his princess was entering the palace today. At this time, in Yihong Courtyard, Ning Huayue was still waiting hard.
The dowry maid Lingyun whispered: "Miss, why don't you take a bath first? The prince may have drunk too much and will have to come back later."
Ning Huayue got married with a nervous and uneasy mood. She was worried about Yan Fuguang's attitude almost all day long. She couldn't eat or sleep, and was listless in doing anything.
She remained silent, her red hijab face getting paler and paler.
The longer she waits, the less the King of Jin wants to see her. Thinking of this, Ning Huayue clenched her hands and dug her nails into her palms.
It is true that she does not like Prince Jin, and she has said that she admires a man like Prince Qi even more, but Prince Jin is her husband, and their marriage was personally gifted by the emperor. Whether she wants to or not, she will become Princess Jin.
With the incident before her marriage, she was already disgusted by Prince Jin even before she got along with him. How could she gain a foothold in Prince Jin's palace in the future?
