Another day passed. At this time, the Ranyue Palace of Princess Qi Ran was particularly uneasy. In Luo Jingchou's room, Qi Ran and Luo Jingchou were sitting facing each other, and the atmosphere was very tense.
After a long while, Luo Jingchou smiled slightly and told Mu Qiran what he "accidentally" heard.
"What did you say? Father asked me to get married?" Qi Ran looked at the man in front of him in surprise.
Luo Jingchou shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "That's what I heard. It's up to you whether you believe it or not."
Curling her lips, Qiran suppressed the surprise on her face and said calmly: "I believe you. You go out and hang out with nothing to do every day, so it's normal to hear these things more or less."
Luo Jingchou nodded and said, "I just passed by the imperial study occasionally and heard that your second brother was discussing this matter with your father."
Qiran was startled, then asked: "Who are you marrying?"
"I don't know about that." Luo Jingchou shrugged, expressing that he didn't know.
Looking at Luo Jingshou, Mu Qiran said: "However, I am very curious as to why my father wanted me to get married but didn't tell me."
"I'm curious too." Luo Jingchou said calmly.
Qiran looked at Luo Jingshou and was silent for a long time. Finally, he sighed softly and said lightly: "That's all, when the time comes, the soldiers will come to stop it, and the water will come to cover it up."
"Can you stop it?" Luo Jingchou said sarcastically.
Qiran remained silent.
In silence, sometimes a day passes. Time passes so fast that it is hard to catch it.
In the evening, several palace maids came to Ranyue Palace and respectfully said to Mu Qiran: "Your Highness, you will get married in three days. Please prepare."
"I want to see my father." Mu Qiran said coldly.
"Your Majesty will not see you."
After saying that, the palace ladies immediately left Ranyue Palace.
A mocking smile flashed across the corner of her mouth. Ha, as a princess, she didn't know who she was marrying. Moreover, her father didn't even see her!
Sure enough, from that day on, Qiran never saw his father again in the next three days.
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Three days later, a group of palace maids and eunuchs walked in with a lot of things. One of them walked in the front, and the princess who seemed to be the leader smiled at Qiran and said: "Your Highness, today is your special day. Please put on your clothes."
clothes."
"Who am I going to marry?" Qiran asked her coldly.
However, the palace maid lowered her head in fear and said respectfully: "Princess, I don't know."
Qi Ran continued to ask: "Who sent you?"
It’s still the same sentence: “Princess, I don’t know.”
Qi Ran closed her lips and didn't speak, letting them dress her up. Asking these people would be in vain. It was impossible to get anything out of their mouths. Maybe she really didn't know, or maybe she was pretending too well.
After watching them getting dressed up for nearly half an hour, the palace maid looked at Qiran in amazement and said, "Okay, princess. You are so beautiful."
There was a little regret in his voice.
With just this little bit of regret, Qiran already knew that she knew, but she couldn't tell. The other maids and eunuchs looked confused, maybe they didn't know.
Qi Ran looked at herself in the mirror. Her black hair was tied up with dozens of gold hairpins, leaving only a few hanging on her ears. She was noble and beautiful. Her face, which was usually free of makeup, was smeared with a light layer of rouge.
Qiran gave off the shyness of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. She was wearing a red wedding robe, which looked like fire, making Qiran's face red.
It is indeed beautiful. Qi Ran sighed.
Finally, she put on a red hijab. The palace maid held Qiran's hand and said softly: "Princess, let's go."
Qi Ran nodded and followed her out of Ran Yue Palace. With his eyes lowered, Qi Ran looked back gently and saw a flash of white shoes under the red hijab.
Those were Luo Jingchou's shoes. Qiran recognized them at a glance. Not because of anything else, but because these white shoes were embroidered with light patterns with silver thread. These shoes are not from Zhaomu country.
That can only be a reflection of sadness.
Qi Ran was taken to the place where the couple was going to worship. Covered with a veil, Qi Ran could not see anything. With his own martial arts, Qi Ran only knew that there was no one here, but they were all people.
No one means no one who came to watch her get married.
There are also people who refer to those masters who are hiding in the dark and want to kill it.
This is indeed a conspiracy. But who is the protagonist of this conspiracy?
Qi Ran didn't want to think too much, the palace maid took her hand and put her hand on the other large hand. The hand was soft and slender, and the skin was very white and delicate. Obviously, this was a pampered dog.
Qiran's hand, however, gave Qiran a feeling of disgust.
She doesn't know why, but she hates this hand.
Why did she suddenly want to get married? Why didn't she know? Who was she going to get married to? Why didn't her father go to see her?
Too many reasons made Mu Qiran even more irritable.
Take a deep breath to slowly calm down your irritable mood. Then, clarify these things bit by bit.
There is no congratulatory person, but there is a bride and groom. There is no father, but there are a lot of people with high martial arts skills.
"Come, let's go to the church and get married." The man beside him gently took Qiran's hand and said to Mu Qiran in a gentle voice. But Qiran could clearly hear the coldness in his voice.
This person's voice was inexplicably familiar. But...she didn't know who that person was.
However, with the red hijab covering her head, she couldn't see anything and could only rely on her feelings. The doubts in her heart were getting bigger and bigger.
The next moment, all her doubts were solved. The man held her hand and said slowly in her ear with a soft voice: "Mu Qiran, you deserve to die."
Then, before Mu Qiran could react, he hit her in the back with a palm.
At this moment, Qiran already understood that the marriage was fake and killing her was real.
Reaching out to wipe away the blood that spilled from the corners of his lips, Qiran suddenly took off the red hijab on his head, raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.
"It's you!" Qiran looked at the person in front of him in shock.
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Sorry, I've been a little lazy lately and haven't updated the article at all. Here, I apologize to you. I know the quality of the previous article is a bit bad, but I promise that from today on, I will try my best to update it continuously.
Will not stop updating. Today I updated two chapters, totaling 4,000 words. Thank you for your support. It will be completed this month.