Suddenly there was another shout, "Wait a minute" and it was a female voice, very delicate.
Everyone looked over, and they all showed a teasing smile and another Cheng Yaojin came out.
Jiang Yuebin frowned secretly, where did this woman get in? He obviously did an excellent job in security, and no ordinary people could get in. But the women in the backyard were under a ban, and those women were not allowed to come out.
He had a dedicated guard, but a loophole was actually taken advantage of under his nose, which really made him wonder, what went wrong in the middle?
And what was she holding in her hand? He had a bad feeling in his heart
Qingcang and Aorong were angry and ignored them. Without raising their heads, they just knelt down and worshiped each other to complete the last step.
"It's done!" With the words of the master of ceremonies, Tang Qingcang and Jun Aorong were officially married. From then on, they lived together day and night and stayed together through thick and thin.
The two looked at each other lovingly, their eyes full of sweetness
Watching this scene, countless people felt a mixture of emotions in their hearts and didn’t know what to say.
Mo Xuyao closed his eyes in pain, not wanting to hear or see, and isolated everything, as if he could deceive himself as if nothing happened.
The other three people were also in weird moods, their hearts were heavy, and they didn't want to talk for a while.
The woman walked over slowly, with a sweet smile on her face, "Your Majesty, this is your eldest son, take a look."
The words startled everyone. Aorong turned around sharply and looked at the woman and the baby in her hands in shock. Did she hear it wrong? Qingcang's son? Where did he get his son?
Tang Qingcang only had her in his eyes. When he saw her face changed, he couldn't help but comforted her nervously, "Don't listen to her nonsense, this is impossible."
The woman put the child in front of him, "Your Majesty, I dare not lie to you, I am really your own flesh and blood. Look at the child's profile, it is exactly the same as yours, and his eyes are the pitiful features of the Tang family.
The child is three months old and has yet to meet his biological father.”
Qingcang took a step back and looked at her for a few times. She looked familiar. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that she was Wan'er, one of his former concubines. But didn't she disappear? Why did she appear at such a time? And she said such ridiculous things.
His intuition was that it was another conspiracy, and he shouted loudly, "Shut up, you dare to frame me, who instigated you?"
As for the child, he didn't even look at it. He didn't believe that the child was his at all, because those women would give them a bowl of turnip soup after they went to bed, and no one was exempted.
"Your Majesty, what do you think this is?" Wan'er rolled up the child's sleeves, revealing a plum blossom-shaped birthmark.
Aorong was stunned. She had seen such a birthmark on Qingcang, and it was also in the same position.