She stepped onto the golden sedan chair while singing softly, her cheeks were a bit hazy under the pearly jade curtain, and the whole city worshiped her while dancing with light gauze.
Bai Meier followed the palace maid beside the sedan chair, while Beihuang and Ye Qingcheng locked hands with each other.
There were so many people, Ye Qingcheng subconsciously wanted to break away, but Beihuang held on tightly.
Ye Qingcheng looked down at the two people's crossed hands, feeling a little uneasy.
For a long time, Ye Qingcheng held Beihuang tightly, seemingly pretending to be free and easy, and she walked forward slowly with an indifferent expression.
She is about to become the Queen of Beiyue.
She is a free person, and her soul is above the sky. She does not like magnificent palaces, but she is the only one in that palace.
Beihuang said that three thousand weak water can only be drunk from a ladle.
Qingge returned to Beiyue Palace first, followed closely by Beihuang and others.
Qingge sat on the couch of Qingliang Hall and smiled slightly as she looked at Ye Qingcheng.
She once rescued Ye Qingcheng, and Ye Qingcheng lived only for her. Ye Qingcheng even gradually distorted this feeling.
Qingge could see that Ye Qingcheng was different now from the past, her shyness was hidden under her indifference.
As long as Beihuang persists and works harder, Ye Qingcheng's temperament will slowly change.
Qingge was very happy, and she actually felt like watching her daughter get married.
"Qingcheng, cherish it." Qing Ge said calmly: "Now that you have made your decision, don't hesitate anymore. Everyone in the world is different. Why should we stick to the same pattern for the appearance of all living beings?"
She understands Ye Qingcheng's indifference and hesitation, and she understands it too.
Qing Ge is a person who has lived two lives and can be free and elegant, but Ye Qingcheng is different.
Ye Qingcheng looked up at Beihuang, her heart skipped a beat, and the tip of the iceberg seemed to be gradually melting.
The moment she stayed, she decided to let go of everything.
"Qingge, please choose a good and auspicious day." Ye Qingcheng said.
Beihuang was very happy. Although Ye Qingcheng's mood occasionally changed, he finally cleared the dark clouds and saw the sunrise.
Thinking of his happy future, Beihuang's eyes are full of longing.
"Three days will be a very good day." Qingge said: "The time is a little rushed, but since it is a wedding, it must be lively and festive, Qingcheng will get married from Ye Mansion."
Qingge thought for a while and said: "Beihuang is already a grown man. It's time for you to have a little prince, otherwise the entire court will be worried about you."
"What little prince?" Ye Qingcheng's face was pretty and rosy, but her mind was filled with blanks.
"Qingcheng, do you like the prince or the princess?" Qingge asked.
"Girls, girls are annoying." Ye Qingcheng said.
Beihuang grabbed her hand and said with a smile: "Then let's give birth to a girl, ten or eight, to fill up the palace."
Ye Qingcheng was sullen, "Ten or eight? Are you going to exhaust me to death?"
Beihuang's face changed, "No, no, no, just one will do."
Ye Qingcheng turned her head and looked away, with a smile on her eyes and brows.
Seeing this, Qing Ge was completely relieved.
However, accidents always come unexpectedly.
A woman in purple clothes rushed into the palace. Her belly was slightly bulging. Her face was covered with tears. She cried so hard that she knelt in front of Beihuang and hugged Beihuang's legs tightly with her hands.
Beihuang looked at her face and was horrified.
Ye Qingcheng's expression changed drastically.
Qingge's eyes were as cold as cold. This girl remembered that before Beihuang and Ye Qingcheng achieved perfect cultivation, there was only one woman in Beihuang's empty harem. To put it simply and crudely, the woman was Ye Qingcheng's stand-in. She
It is somewhat similar to Ye Qingcheng.
But Qingge heard that Beihuang gave her enough money not long ago and drove her out of Beiyue Palace.
A bad premonition suddenly arose in Qingge's heart.
The woman cried sadly, "Your Majesty, you can't be so heartless and unrighteous. I have your fetus in my belly. The doctor said it is a twin of a boy and a girl. There is a prince and a little princess. You can't kick me out."
At that moment, Ye Qingcheng's heart was torn into pieces and trampled on the soles of her feet.
She was cold all over, and all the cold hairs on her skin stood up.
She stood motionless, her expression unchanged.
A feeling of sadness surged into Tianling Gai.
Beihuang kept shaking his head, "How is it possible? It's impossible. How could you get pregnant after drinking the medicinal soup? This child must be someone else's."
Beihuang rarely touched her, and the few times he did it were under the design of a woman to get Beihuang drunk. And because she was similar to Ye Qingcheng, how could the drunken Beihuang tell the difference and endure it?
After Beihuang regained consciousness, the first thing she did was send someone to make a medicinal soup and force her to drink it.
The woman tugged at her lips, felt cruel, and smiled bitterly, "I didn't drink the medicinal soup, but quietly vomited it, and then took the anti-fetal soup."
The woman glanced at Ye Qingcheng and said quickly: "Your Majesty, are you afraid that your sister will be angry? Don't worry, I won't disturb your sister. It's just that I have given my life to the Emperor, how can you let me leave?
?And I'm already pregnant with your flesh and blood, how can I get married again in the future? It doesn't matter, I don't want the position of queen, as long as I can be by your side, sister, don't dislike me."
The woman moved her legs and grabbed Ye Qingcheng's sleeves.
Ye Qingcheng shook off her hand and took a few steps back, her face turned frighteningly white.
She opened her eyes as hard as she could, her eyes were deep red, and her vision was blurred by tears, but she held it back and refused to let the tears flow out.
"Sister, do you hate me very much? I won't fight or rob you. I don't want anything." The woman said anxiously.
"You go out first." Qing Ge stood up and said.
The woman looked at Qingge, then climbed to Qingge's feet, "Your Majesty, you have a kind heart, you will definitely let me stay, right?"
"Get out!" Qing Ge's voice rose. The woman was startled, looked at Bei Huang who was silent, lowered her head and walked out.
She bribed the people in the palace, waited for Beihuang to come back, and told them the good news in front of Ye Qingcheng.
The woman's face was a little distorted.
She walked out stroking her belly and looked back a few times.
She has enjoyed splendor and wealth, and life in the palace. How easy is it for her to give up luxury and pleasure and marry an ordinary person?
She tried her best just to stay in the palace.
"Settle your matters yourself." Qing Ge said and walked out of Qingliang Hall.
Perhaps, Beihuang had never thought about capturing Ye Qingcheng's heart, so he brought such a girl to the palace.
It is inconvenient for her to get involved in emotional matters, and everything is left to chance.
Of course, if she waited for her to go to the Demon Realm and a girl came to her and said that the fetus in her belly was Ji Yue's flesh and blood, and it was true, she thought she would go crazy.
Beihuang looked back at Ye Qingcheng and wanted to hug her, but Ye Qingcheng suddenly pushed her away.
"Qingcheng, I will solve it." Beihuang said, regretting it endlessly.
"Solve it? How to solve it?" Ye Qingcheng asked with his eyes wide open, tears streaming down his face, "Is it possible that you want to kill your own child with your own hands? That is your child, how do you want to solve it?"
If the two children were gone, her relationship with Beihuang would no longer be pure, and she would be burdened with two innocent lives.
If children are present, there is an unbridgeable gap between them.
Ye Qingcheng bit her lower lip tightly. Looking at Beihuang who was hesitant and frowning in annoyance, she bit her lower lip hard.
In this way, my heart doesn't hurt so much.
She almost suffocated.
Collapse, despair, the shy joy just now seemed like a joke.