On that day, King Wei's response was rumored everywhere in the streets and alleys of the capital. No matter what version, it was ultimately felt to be an infinite regret.
People in the Chu Palace also discussed this matter one after another, and even the prince and his wife couldn't help but discuss it in private.
"I suspect that Lao San deliberately did not prevent Miss Zhou from entering Beijing. He just wanted to find an opportunity to declare to the world, like Jing He performing a ceremony to marry himself to the former God of War." Lao Wu said.
Yuan Qingling sighed and said: "But I have to say that from now on, their affairs will be settled. This may be the most suitable ending."
Yu Wenhao said: "I think the future is full of variables. No one knows what will happen in the future. No one is dead, and everything is not settled."
Yuan Qing Ling smiled, "Maybe you are right, maybe I am right, but life belongs to them, and only they can make the decision. No matter what they decide, we just need to respect it!"
"Yes, that's the truth!" Yu Wenhao looked at his wife, his eyes full of tenderness and affection, "There are very few people who are as lucky as you and me. We should cherish each other even more."
Yuan Qingling recalled the past, "We have gone through a lot. Fortunately, we have trust in each other and can we go through these ups and downs."
Yu Wenhao kissed her, with unfading joy in his eyes, "Now that the date of enthronement has been decided, we have to communicate with them and ask them to prepare. It is best to come here in advance."
"You have never forgotten this matter." Yuan Qing laughed at him.
"How could you forget? I believe this wedding is what you want most. Your family and friends are all by your side." Yu Wenhao gently stroked her back, and the words he spoke first moved his eyes.
Turning red, "This is what I want to give you most right now, and I don't want to leave any regrets."
Yuan Qingling smiled and said: "Which one wants this wedding the most, or me? Actually..."
Yu Wenhao put his finger on her lips, "No, you want this wedding."
Yuan Qingling took his hand away, with a sly look in her eyes, "I think you will be more..."
Yu Wenhao immediately pressed her lips and stuffed her teasing words back.
After rubbing her ears and temples together for a while, she let go of her slightly red lips, her eyes were so soft that they were dripping with water, and she murmured: "You and I both want this wedding to prove our happiness. Happiness needs to be proved."
Yuan Qingling had a smile on her lips and an affectionate look on her face, "Okay, I'll listen to you, Chicken Soup Five!"
Yu Wenhao was very pleased with himself, with a look of pride in his eyes, "I think that at an appropriate age, we should be able to flourish as much as we want. There will always be a time when we understand the world and have a great enlightenment. At that time, it is not too late to keep a low profile."
Yuan Qingling gave him an angry look and said, "Okay, whatever you say is right now, you will soon be the boss."
Yu Wenhao held up his hand, "I don't dare, I don't dare, I still have the final say!"
Yuan Qingling looked at his naughty look, smiled, and said: "You still have to look serious, you can't show happiness."
"Isn't this a bit green tea? Do you still have to pretend that you are not happy to take the throne?"
Lao Wu is now a set of modern terms.
Yuan Qing Ling said: "You have forgotten that everyone thinks that my father is seriously ill. You are so happy now. What do others think?"
Yu Wenhao exclaimed, "Yes, I almost forgot."
The sense of immersion is still a bit lacking, and there is still a lot of room for improvement in his acting.