Early on, Zixuan began to prepare for Yitong's entry into the palace. She took out several pieces of clothing and placed them on the bed, and finally selected a bright red gold-lined dress. She compared it with Yitong and said with satisfaction, "
Princess, this is quite festive."
Yitong shook her head, "This one is too luxurious, and the color is too bright. Today's protagonist is the queen, and other women can only serve as foils and must not steal her limelight."
She glanced over and pointed to a water-pink gauze skirt beside her, "Just wear it."
Zixuan took off her clothes for her. When she saw the shocking wounds, she took a breath, carefully picked up the white gauze with trembling hands, and wrapped the wounds.
Yitong gritted her teeth, and the cold sweat on her forehead rolled down her cheeks. It wasn't until Zixuan helped her change her skirt that she stroked her chest, which was breathing heavily, and slowly sat in front of the dressing table.
After putting on a little makeup, Zixuan gave her a bun with a jadeite bun in it. The bun was on one side but not on the top of her head. It was fluffy and casual yet dignified. It was only made of a few jadeite buns.
embellishment.
Looking at the woman in the bronze mirror, who was gentle, lovely, and elegant, Zixuan couldn't help but be stunned, "Princess, you are so beautiful."
Yitong was a little embarrassed by her compliment, "It's better to say that I'm beautiful than you are handy."
After getting ready, Zixuan helped Yitong out and walked out. The carriage was already waiting outside. Seeing the two people standing there, Zixuan frowned, "Why is Concubine Lian there too?"
Yi Tong looked over from a distance and raised the corners of his lips indifferently. As if he felt her gaze, Mu Yanqin turned his head, and the moment he saw her, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant.
Zhuo Lian also turned around and quickly bowed to her, "I have met the princess."
"Let's go," Mu Yanqin put his arm around her waist, held her hand and helped her into the carriage, and then jumped on. It was as if Yitong didn't exist at all.
The carriage drove away slowly.
The guard pulled the smaller carriage over, opened the curtain and said, "Princess, please get in."
Zixuan lowered her lips in dissatisfaction, "Isn't this a clear sign of bullying? I already said that I would bring the princess into the palace, why would I bring Concubine Lian with me?"
Yitong closed his eyes, "This is just like his style." After saying that, he endured the pain on his body and got into the carriage.
Looking at the carriage that followed, Zixuan's heart beat wildly for no reason, as if something was going to happen. She shook her head, putting aside those ominous premonitions, and just hoped that the princess would come back safely.
Although the carriage traveled on a very smooth road, and the driver seemed to slow down deliberately and try his best to choose the right path, Yitong was still so painful that the wounds all over his body were about to burst.
Finally, the carriage gradually stopped.
The guards helped her down and looked up at the majestic and majestic palace in front of her. Yitong couldn't help but feel a little shocked in her heart.
Mu Yanqin was walking in front with Zhuo Lian in his arms, with no intention of waiting for her. Yi Tong didn't care at all, picked up the handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and was about to follow, when another car drove towards him.
A carriage.
When she saw the people on the carriage, she was startled, "Ruan Zhong?"
Ruan Zhong obviously noticed her, but he didn't react at all like a stranger. After stopping the car, he jumped out, walked around to the carriage, respectfully stretched out his arm, a slender white hand, and gently helped her.
Go up.
Then, Mu Youzhi, wearing a white shirt, slowly walked out.
Solitary, beautiful, cold, and dusty, just like when she first saw him.