After being carefully dressed up and wearing light makeup, she looks so pure and refined.
Peirong had never thought about her own appearance. When the second prince walked to his father, suddenly there was a lively commotion below.
Everyone's eyes cast some admiration on this charming and proud woman.
"Haha, Rong'er, come here quickly and let your father take a look. Sure enough, my Rong'er is growing more and more beautiful..."
An old strange man wearing a fox fur hat pulled Peirong over with his kind and sharp eyes.
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At this time, another elderly man wearing a wolfskin hat also showed a bit of joy on his eyebrows.
"Not bad……"
For a long time, the man in the wolfskin hat with white stubble on his face couldn't help but clasped his hands and laughed, obviously very satisfied with Peirong.
"But, Witch Wolf King, why don't you see your prince?"
"Maybe he's still taking a break, he should be here soon."
Under the watchful eye of everyone, unexpectedly, soon, a person came riding a horse slowly from a distance. This person was tall and very majestic. The person leading the horse was a female streamer.
Peirong took a closer look and saw that these two figures were very familiar, as if they were...
Yes, it’s really Yin Xiaohan!
And that woman is...Yue Niang?
Can't be that coincidental?
She rubbed her eyes again. Could it be that the person she wanted to marry was her boss?
What's going on?
When did Yin Xiaohan, a great hussar general, become a member of the Wulang royal family?
Oh my God, what kind of lousy place is this that makes her life so complicated and changeable? In the blink of an eye, she has an additional employer, and in the blink of an eye, she has an additional husband?
Peirong sneered coldly, but fortunately, he was lucky to still know his true nature and not let this grand scene get lost.
"My son, please see your father!"
When Yin Xiaohan calmly dismounted under the attentive and envious eyes of those young girls, he was still dressed in a chic and uninhibited white dress, with wide sleeves flying.
Everyone can see that he is obviously very reluctant, with a slight look of helplessness on his face, but the skin on his cheeks, decorated with flower juice, looks whiter and smoother, and can be broken by blows.