Wei Nuan suddenly remembered that she was not a madman? Why should she follow the normal process if she was a madman? She could have lifted her hijab.
When she was thinking like this, she did it decisively, pinched her hijab and took it off, then said to Feng Qinghan with a silly smile: "Your Majesty, Wei Nuan comes to play in your house again, I'm happy
?”
She stared at his face closely, not wanting to let go of any expression on his face. Sure enough, she saw Feng Qinghan's stunned expression. In Wei Nuan's understanding, such a stunned expression was naturally because the bride was her rather than asking questions.
Slightly warm.
However, Feng Qinghan's expression only lasted for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "Happy."
This time it was Wei Nuan's turn to be dumbfounded, because she could feel that Feng Qinghan was really happy, not just perfunctory. Is this guy stupid? He was not angry when his bride was swapped? Or did he think she was really just here?
For fun?
"My lord, look, can I wear this wedding dress?" She looked at his face again, knowing that saying this would hurt him, but she still said it.
Feng Qinghan's face froze obviously, and a touch of sadness appeared on his face. Wei Nuan surrendered instantly. Yes, she felt guilty again. She originally wanted to tell him about the bride being swapped in another way. After all, he
It's impossible for someone so smart not to know, but seeing his expression like this, she felt that she was so cruel, how could she rub salt into his wounds.
"Why are you wearing a wedding dress?" he asked, the expression on his face had returned to calm.
"I don't know. I'll just wear it if my parents tell me to. By the way, aren't you marrying the bride today? Hey, isn't the bride me? I married you?"
Wei Nuan kept rolling her eyes at herself. She had never seen herself so funny before. She was really defeated by her own idiocy.
"So that's it. So your two sisters dislike me?" Feng Qinghan's tone was a little strange. It seemed to be mocking, but not like it. It seemed to be asking, but it didn't mean to ask. Ling Wei
Nuan can't figure it out.
She originally thought that Feng Qinghan would be furious. After all, he was tricked like this, and it was a major marriage matter. It was impossible not to be angry. But looking at his current appearance, it seemed that he was not angry, but was too calm, which was a blow.
Too big and still no response? Then the response is a bit slow.
"Dislike you? Why do you dislike you? I don't know." Wei Nuan opened her eyes and told lies. In fact, this question does not need to be answered at all. Now it has explained everything. If you don't dislike you, why don't you get married?
But she didn't want to hurt him anymore, and she didn't want to see such a sad look on his face.
"Now that I'm married to you, can I not like other people? How could this happen? I like Mr. Shangguan and want to marry him, so why did I marry you? What should I do?
Prince, you don’t like me, and we don’t like each other, how could we get married?” Wei Nuan said a little confused, but she had already made her meaning clear, knowing that Feng Qinghan would understand her meaning clearly.
When she mentioned that she liked Shangguan Hong, Feng Qinghan's expression flashed and her hands in her sleeves tightened.
"If you don't want to, you can leave. I won't force you." His voice was very soft, as if it had been soaked in dew, with a wet coolness.
He stepped back slightly, keeping a distance from Wei Nuan.