Xiang Ping's eyes were confused. She knew what kind of person Mo Yu Wuhuan was, so this condition must not be a good thing, and it should be very bad, otherwise the emperor would not give up on dealing with her.
But no matter what, it is better than death, so Xiangping nodded: "Okay."
"Xiang Ping, you are not young anymore. I have been searching for a long time and finally found a good husband who can match you." Seeing Xiang Ping agree, Mo Yu Wuhuan showed a proud look in the corners of his eyes.
Husband? Marriage? She had never considered these. She thought that she helped him ascend the throne and became the emperor, and that he would keep her by his side for the rest of his life. Only now did she realize how ridiculous she was.
"I wonder who the emperor is referring to? Whose husband is he?" Xiangping looked worried.
Mo Yu Wuhuan stared at her face and said word by word: "Yuan He, the son of Yuan Taibao, the third prince."
As soon as he heard the word Yuan He, Xiang Ping's face instantly turned pale, his body suddenly shook, and he said dullly: "Yuan He? Yuan He?"
When it comes to Yuan He, everyone in the entire imperial capital knows that he is the only son of Yuan Taibao. He is twenty-eight years old, tall and ugly, and the most terrible thing is that he is an out-and-out lunatic.
The word is called intermittent schizophrenia, which can also be said to be a split personality. He often gets sick and beats or scolds people around him. All the concubines in the mansion are scarred, and there are even two concubines who couldn't bear the violent beatings and died.
For this reason, Yuan Taibao had a headache because no courtier's daughter was willing to marry him, so he still has no wife. He only has daughters from poor families who were sold to the Yuan Mansion as concubines.
However, the status of concubines was relatively low, and the court would not record the children they gave birth to. Therefore, Yuan Taibao always wanted to find a noble woman for his son to carry on the Yuan family's lineage and glorify the ancestors.
Yuan Taibao had a son at an old age and he doted on his son. Although he was a lunatic, he still regarded him as a treasure in his hand.
This time Mo Yu Wuhuan was so generous as to marry off Princess Xiangping. Of course, the emperor was not so kind. Marrying someone was just a cover, winning people's hearts was the real thing. Yuan Taibao had been an official for many years and had many party members around him. As long as he followed Yuan Taibao
If they get married, it will be more than enough to deal with Prime Minister Bai.
"Second brother, can I refuse?" Xiangping was very calm this time, as if he was making his last plea.
Mo Yu Wuhuan looked at her with disdain: "What do you think?"
His heart suddenly hit the bottom, and Xiang Ping seemed to feel that there was darkness ahead. Although she was not the Queen Mother's biological child, she was still the daughter of the Queen Mother's sister's family. Over the years, in the palace, relying on the Queen Mother's love, she was domineering. Unexpectedly, she would eventually be reduced to marrying someone.
A madman.
"Second brother, Xiangping is willing to obey your arrangements as you wish. Will you remember everything Xiangping has done for you?"
Mo Yu Wuhuan narrowed his eyes: "Are you reminding me that your contribution will always be remembered?"
"No, I am willing, I have always been, and this time too, for you, I am willing to marry that lunatic." Xiang Ping paused and wiped his tears and continued: "Tonight, I can stay with you for the last time.
What?"
Mo Yu Wuhuan didn't speak, seeming to acquiesce. Xiang Ping stood up and walked over, hugging the emperor tightly from behind. She knew that this was really the last time. Even if she was beaten to death by that madman in the future, the emperor would not remember her.
Already.
Many years later, perhaps no one in the palace would remember that there was a princess named Xiang Ping. Only now did she realize how humble she was.
Slowly, he moved his hand across the emperor's charming and handsome face, and just as he was about to kiss him, he was interrupted by the voice of the little eunuch outside the door.
"Your Majesty, there is a message from Xiluan Palace that the Queen has a high fever."
ps: I don’t have much to say about my thanks. Apart from eating and sleeping, I spend the rest of my time thinking about Queen. I would like to thank everyone for accompanying me through the years. I love all the fans who support Queen.