Three days later, the capital was filled with joy.
The people were talking a lot, and a wedding team walked slowly down the street.
"I heard that the daughter of the Murong family is getting married today. Look at the momentum. I heard that the person marrying Miss Murong is the Ninth Prince of the dynasty." Passerby A said with emotion.
"No way, why did I hear that Master Murong was defeated in the battle and used his daughter as a bet and lost to his enemy. Master Murong's enemy cannot be the Ninth Prince, right?" Passerby Yi said in a low voice.
"No way. It is said that the young lady of the Murong family is so beautiful that she would be the most beautiful in the world. It's such a pity." Passerby B said with a look of regret.
Murong Jingwan sat quietly in the sedan chair, listening to the comments of passers-by. She was so confused that the person she wanted to marry was actually the Ninth Prince of the dynasty.
Her jade hand couldn't help but touch her cheek. If you saw my face, what would you do?
The sedan chair quickly stopped, and Xi Niang picked up the sedan curtain and said loudly: "Please get off the sedan chair."
Murong Jingwan lowered her head, walked out of the wedding sedan, and walked into the lobby with the support of Xi Niang.
Like all wedding etiquette, you bow to heaven and earth, and follow the happy mother's voice: "Send it to the bridal chamber."
Murong Jingwan was sent into the bridal chamber surrounded by everyone.
Murong Jingwan sat quietly on the wedding bed, quietly waiting for the arrival of her husband.
Murong Jingwan was still uneasy about this sudden marriage.
Finally, Murong Jingwan heard the sound of footsteps, and then the door was gently pushed open, followed by the congratulations of the maids: "Congratulations to the Ninth Prince, and wish the Prince and Princess to be a perfect couple and fly together."
"Get up, I love to hear and appreciate these words." The voice was as gentle as water, full of nobility and elegance.
The maids wisely withdrew and the room was filled with intoxicating silence. Murong Jingwan could even hear her own rapid breathing.
"Jingshu." The gentle voice sounded like water, causing ripples in Murong Jingwan's heart.
The scarf was slowly uncovered, revealing Murong Jingwan's face with her head slightly lowered and wearing a gauze scarf.
A smile appeared on Xuan Ningxuan's lips, which was like a spring breeze. He gently raised his right hand and raised Murong Jingwan's little face.
Their eyes met, and both of them were stunned.
Murong Jingwan was astonished by the otherworldliness of the person in front of her, his jade-like temperament, handsome face, and warm jade-like eyes.
When Murong Jingwan's heart came into contact with that look, her heart beat faster and faster.
