Although the decoration of the house was very festive, the gloomy atmosphere was not festive at all.
Jiao Li stood in the middle of the courtyard. His red clothes had long been taken off, and he was wearing a white coat. The wind blew up his robe, creating a cold curve.
Chang Nian was sitting in the wedding room, a pair of red candles burning lonely.
There was no wine, and her hijab was not lifted. The youngest who came with her couldn't stand it anymore, so he took off the heavy phoenix crown from her head and sighed: "Princess, this is our fate."
Chang Nian laughed, with a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.
She came from a bad background and had a humble status. She was often bullied by her two sisters in the palace. She finally got through it and married a prince. How could she let go of the happiness she had obtained so easily?
"Well, why haven't we looked at each other coldly? What does this mean?" Chang Nian didn't think so.
Her biggest advantage is that she can endure. She is now a dignified concubine, so what if Xuanyuan Mu doesn't like her? She is no longer the former Princess Chang Nian who could be bullied by anyone.
And in Hui Jiang Prince's Mansion, it was almost the same.
Yan Que was so drunk that he was unconscious. Changping watched the servants carry Yan Que to the study. She lifted her hijab and asked arrogantly: "You want to carry the crown prince?" Where to go?"
The servant respectfully replied: "The prince drank too much tonight, and he was afraid that he would disturb the princess from resting, so King Jiang asked us to carry the prince to the study for the time being to rest. Princess, it's getting late, please rest early."
After saying that, everyone carried Yan Que away in a hurry.
Changping stamped his feet.
You Yanque, you drank like this on your wedding night, do you dislike this princess?
By chance, Yan Buhuan was sent back, wearing night clothes and staggering past the yard.
When Changping turned around, she saw Yan Buhuan in night clothes. She initially thought it was an assassin, but when she was about to call someone, she found out that he was not.
"Hey, it's Bu Huan." Chang Ping blocked Yu Bu Huan's path with swaying steps, looking at her triumphantly, with a trace of mockery at the corner of his mouth.
Yan Buhuan lazily raised his head: "Is something wrong?"
"Haha." Chang Ping said with a smile, pretending to be regretful: "What a sad night. The person my sweetheart marries is actually not me. What's even more annoying is that the emperor personally issued the decree and you can't change it even if you want. Say it right."
Yan Buhuan was too lazy to talk nonsense to her and said coldly: "Get out of the way."
"Yan Buhuan, now this princess is your sister-in-law. Do you talk to your sister-in-law like this?" Chang Ping showed off his elders' airs, glanced at Yan Buhuan's unusual dress, and gasped, she actually wore Going to drink at night?
Just when Changping thought he could stimulate Yan Buhuan, Yan Buhuan strangled her neck quickly and hard. She was obviously drunk, but he was no less cruel.
"Cough cough cough...what are you doing."
"I'm warning you for the last time, I'm in a bad mood tonight, if you mess with me again..." After exerting a lot of force, the sound of bones cracking was heard, and Chang Ping's entire face turned purple.
The next moment Chang Ping was almost suffocated, Yan Buhuan quickly stopped his hand without even looking past her.
Changping gasped for air, looked at her back, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Yan Buhuan, it's useless for you to vent your anger on me. Xuanyuan Mu just married someone else. Who do you think you are? You don't count. Do you have the ability to be his concubine? Do you want to go?"
