bullyxtreme Chapter 162 - Wedding Ceremony Held in the Main Hall
Chapter 162 - Wedding Ceremony Held in the Main Hall
Since his daughter had already begged him so much, Xiao Mu had no choice but to sigh and nod in agreement.
Today, the Nanyue Palace was no longer as cold and quiet as before. It was filled with busy palace servants, including eunuchs holding red silk quilts and palace maids holding gold and jade hairpins. They all poured into the Yilan Palace like fish.
Since the Ninth Prince Feng Muyan is the only elder brother left by the current emperor, the emperor has specially granted that today's wedding ceremony be held in the main hall. All officials must arrive in advance to present gifts and show their support. Anyone who is absent without reason will be severely punished. This shows that the current emperor attaches great importance to this wedding ceremony and to Feng Muyan, the ninth brother.
In Yilan Palace, Gu Qinghong sat quietly in front of the bronze dressing mirror, letting Yan'er behind her carefully tie up her long black hair. However, her heart was in a mess. She had been waiting for this day for a long time, so why did she suddenly feel so powerless?
Gu Qinghong's thoughts were in a mess and he didn't pay much attention to Yan'er's expression behind him, and missed the sinister and fierce look in her eyes that lingered for a long time.
"Master, I have finished washing and dressing. I will go to get the red veil with mandarin duck patterns. Please wait a moment!" After saying this, Yan'er slowly retreated. When closing the door, she looked at Gu Qinghong deeply, her eyes full of apology and determination.
After Yan'er left, Gu Qinghong slowly took out a piece of letter from under his pillow, frowned and stared at it for a while, then turned the letter over and looked at it for a long time. Gu Liuqing's words kept appearing in his mind, "Royal sister, Queen Mochen of Nanyue must have left some relics for Feng Muyan. Those things are very important. You must help Qing'er. Now only you can help Qing'er."
Gu Qinghong closed her eyes in pain. Who could come to help her? When would she be able to live for herself regardless of everything else in this life? And who would be willing to pamper her unconditionally and without asking for anything in return, even if it was just for a while, to let her know that she was not the one abandoned by her superiors.
After a long time, his thoughts gradually calmed down. Gu Qinghong sighed lightly, bent over the desk, wrote a short reply letter, then tied the letter to the right leg of the pigeon and released it when no one was around.
"Ying Ren, it looks like we'll have roast pigeon to eat again tonight!" Qingying said with a hint of sarcasm while leaning against the tree trunk. This Gu Qinghong is really stubborn and doesn't change. He really thinks they are dead!
Ying Ren rolled his eyes at him without saying a word. He shot a plum blossom dart from his sleeve, accurately knocking the pigeon down. Then, ignoring Qing Ying's stunned expression, he grabbed the half-dead pigeon and went towards Feng Muyan's study.
"Ying Ren, it's not fair for you to do this!" Qing Ying was furious.
Feng Muyan, dressed in a crescent-shaped white brocade robe, sat at the desk and stared at the letter in his hand. His handsome black eyebrows were getting more and more furrowed, and his heart was full of doubts. He didn't even know whether his mother had any relics, so how could the people of their Chu Nan country know whether his mother had any? It seemed that he had to find time to ask his fifth brother.
"Knock knock knock!" Feng Muyan's eyes flashed and he quickly put away the letter in his hand. The person knocking on the door must not be someone close to him. He wondered if it was someone sent by Shen Junyang.
The person outside the door knocked twice again, and when no one answered, he gently pushed the door open and walked in.
This person was none other than Yan'er who had just left Gu Qinghong's room. When Yan'er saw that Feng Muyan was the only one in the study, the smile on her face faded away instantly. She walked slowly to the desk with the tray in her hand and said in a cold voice: "Your Highness, I wonder if you are hungry. Yan'er made some Tremella porridge for you."
"Not hungry! Amu is not hungry!" Feng Muyan shook his head like a rattle.
"That's not up to you!" Yan'er showed a sinister smile, picked up a bowl of steaming porridge from the tray, walked in front of Feng Muyan, then stepped forward, pinched Feng Muyan's chin and tried to force him to drink the porridge.
Feng Muyan struggled hard to break free from her grip and ran towards the door, but Yan'er did a somersault and blocked his way. The bowl of porridge in her hand was intact without a single grain spilled. This skill cannot be mastered in a day or two.
"Your Highness, I advise you to drink this porridge obediently, otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen." Yan'er slowly handed the porridge to Feng Muyan's lips, and then she pressed the edge of the bowl towards Feng Muyan's mouth with force, as if she wanted to crush Feng Muyan's teeth.
With a bang, Yan'er fell to the ground limply as if she had lost her support. Many broken pieces of the vase were scattered around her, all of which were stained with blood.
"Li'er, does this count as a beauty saving a hero?" Feng Muyan asked with a chuckle.