Through the red hijab, Feng Yao could vaguely see a tall figure approaching from far away.
Feng Yao pursed her red lips slightly, praying in her heart that he would lift the hijab quickly so that she could drink some water.
However, this figure stood only one meter away from her, motionless.
Through the hijab, Feng Yao could still feel his eyes falling on her.
Could it be that he didn't dare to take off the hijab because he was afraid of seeing her ugly face?
Behind him, the palace maids stood politely, waiting with bated breath for him to take off the hijab. The prince did not move, and they did not dare to step forward to remind him, and they did not show off their dignity.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became condensed, as if one could hear each other's heartbeats.
He was really thirsty. Feng Yao coughed lightly and couldn't help but remind him, "Your Highness, is that you? If so, please lift the hijab. The weather is really sultry. My concubine's chest is
I’m feeling a little bored. I’m afraid that after a while, I will almost be out of breath.”
He never thought that she would ask him to remove the hijab, and the cold look in Prince Yu Liu's eyes paused.
Staring at the red figure on the bed, Yu Liu frowned slightly.
She raised her hand neatly, and with a snap of her fingers, a small force lifted her hijab.
The hijab fell on her knees, and Feng Yao took a deep breath. The sudden brightness made her lower her head subconsciously, and she blinked. What came into her eyes was a pair of black-soled cloud boots and a red robe.
After she got used to the brightness in the room, she raised her head and looked at her ancient husband.
He is tall, but thin and slender, with eyebrows like clouds and temples, eyes like stars, a nose as straight as a mountain, and lips as thin as water... The prince's facial features are as delicate as sculptures, and his pair of breathtaking eyebrows are so profound that they are shocking.
Feng Yao secretly sighed in his heart, what a handsome and attractive face. However, there was no expression on his face, which made him a bit colder.
Feeling her appraising eyes, Yu Liu's eyes were cold and deep, "You all, step back."
His voice was low and surprisingly pleasant, but his tone was also surprisingly cold.
After the prince gave the order, the maids all breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retreated. Before leaving, they all looked at the newlyweds and left with their own thoughts.
After walking a little further, they started talking quietly.
"I wonder how the prince will treat the princess?"
"I'm afraid I'm going to have another concubine after a while. The Crown Princess is really tall..."
"Yes, it would be great if there were no birthmarks on my face!"
"It's just that although the Crown Princess has a birthmark on her face, she doesn't feel that she is not worthy of the Prince. Haven't you noticed the cold temperament on the Crown Princess? She does look very similar to the Prince..."
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At the prince's palace, the sky was brightly illuminated by fireworks, and sparks bloomed in the night palace.
Feng Yao got up and drank a cup of tea. She sat by the bed and could still vaguely hear the cheers at the wedding banquet in the distance. Looking at the treasures and gifts in the room, Feng Yao let out a low breath. The Marquis was quite generous and the dowry was enough.
She will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life.
Feeling the prince's gaze, Feng Yao smiled faintly, picked up the wine bottle on the table, filled the celadon wine glass, and handed it to Yu Liu, "Your Highness, I haven't drank the wine with you yet."
Yu Liu stared at her intently, with no emotion clearly visible in her deep eyes.
He neither reached out to take the wine glass nor refused.
Feng Yao raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes to look at him. She couldn't help but sneer in her heart. He was probably a person who kept his emotions to himself, but he couldn't hide his disgust towards her.