The daughter of the King of England, the son of the top four families in the world; the eight masters of the ‘Xunqian Palace’; eight world-class killers! This is probably the grandest wedding in history.
"Is this really okay?" Beichen Yiming looked helplessly and fondly at the girl who was leisurely eating grapes in his arms.
"It will definitely work!~" Yu Lingqian smoothly put a grape into Beichen Yiming's mouth, her long purple hair exuding a faint floral fragrance.
"OK, everything is done" Henying's voice came from the headset
"Yeah, but Ying," what are you planning again? Beichen Yiming put his arms around her shoulders.
"What's wrong?" Henying's tone was a little tired. After all, disguise is not a very simple thing.
"When are you and He Jie going to hold your wedding?" As expected, absolutely, nakedly sinister
"..."
"Oh no, no need to wait, it's just today." Yu Lingqian took the peeled grapes from Beichen Yiming, "Aren't you their biological daughter anyway!~"
Beichen Yiming frowned slightly and said that he really didn't know Henying's identity. She was a princess of the British royal family. No wonder she was with Yu Lingqian.
"But……"
"No need, it's settled. I'll call your father." Before Henying could finish, he was interrupted by Yu Lingqian.
"..." Forced marriage? Beichen Yiming shook his head gently. He had no choice but to deal with Yu Lingqian.
"Hehe," Yu Lingqian leaned on Beichen Yiming's shoulder, with a hint of guilt in her lavender eyes. Did she feel sorry for Beichen Yiming by doing this?
"Stop thinking," Beichen Yiming put the peeled grapes in front of Yu Lingqian's eyes and said lightly that he knew what this girl was thinking.
"Oh," she secretly stuck out her tongue, and a faint warmth enveloped her.
--U.K--
Today, the British royal family invited many people, all of whom are world-class gangsters and white dirties.
There are roads paved with purple crystals, turquoise lakes, and goose-yellow ceilings...
The whole scene is not chaotic at all, and is very orderly
In the corner, perhaps no one noticed the man with short black hair holding a goblet of red wine in his hand, but his eyes were wandering among the crowd.
"They won't come," the voice suddenly appeared. The silver short hair was originally unruly, but now it has a little sadness.
"Oh, of course they won't come," Lin Zisheng said with a wry smile on her lips. She would definitely choose to be with Beichen Yiming.
The two never spoke again. Against the golden background, 'Beichen Yiming' and 'Yulingqian' were standing behind the king and queen.
Han Zixuan glanced at her gently and took a sip of the red wine in the glass. He really should forget about her.
Even the disguised ‘Yu Lingqian’ and ‘Beichen Yiming’ still matched so well. Lin Zisheng put down his wine glass and quietly withdrew.
When Henying saw a dark figure, he frowned slightly. Isn't that the owner of the 'Death Island'?
Staring quietly, even though he knew it was not the real 'Zi Moyi', and then like Lin Zisheng, left this place full of celebrations
Han Zixuan looked at Hen Ying with a somewhat puzzled look. When he looked at Xiang Jie, he smiled faintly, with a smile that contained some blessings.
They may not have another loved one in this life, but they still hope that they can have happiness, even if it is not given by themselves.