“No need to wait.”

A pleasant bass sounded.

A tall and handsome young man wearing a royal blue brocade robe, walking with his talented people.

Seeing him appear, the Song family's expression changed slightly.

The young man went straight towards Song Zhao.

Three steps away from Song Zhao, he lifted his robe and bowed with a bright look, "The Grand Sima Duan Yunsui is willing to be a county horse and serve the princess Zhaoyang."

This sentence is settled.

A delicate purse hung on Duan Yunsui's wrist caught everyone's eyes.

It was exactly what Yun had just shown to the talents at the door.

So Princess Zhaoyang chose Duan Yunsui as her husband?

Duan Yunsui's back was straight and his expression was indifferent. He faced the girl's cold gaze and spoke with a very affectionate tone. "I admire Princess Zhaoyang for a long time and can win Princess Zhaoyang's heart, which is my blessing."

Song Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly and said indifferently, "I have not given my purse to any man. Please do not talk nonsense or insult people's reputation."

Empress Gu said seriously, "Da Sheng Dynasty clearly stipulates that if you choose a purse as a token, whoever you give it, will be the chosen husband. Why doesn't Princess Zhaoyang admit it yet? Isn't it just a joke here?"

Behind all the talents here represent a complete family of nobles. The joke is established, and the one who offends the entire nobles.

Old Mrs. Song spoke in a deep voice, "This purse was lost for no reason two quarters of an hour ago. Princess Zhaoyang still had time to give it to someone. This time, the choice of a relative does not count."

Duan Yunsui stared at Song Zhao, with a hint of dark heartache hidden in his pupils. "Although I can't compare to Princess Zhaoyang's title, I also came to choose a county horse with sincerity. Since Princess Zhaoyang has chosen me, I am Princess Zhaoyang's county horse!"

Every word he has a sonorous and firmness.

It just means to marry Song Zhao without caring about it.

The prince took advantage of the victory and pursued him, "Prince Zhaoyang, don't be shy. Today, I am here with my mother. I wish to witness you and the Grand Sima. I wish you to be united and have a happy marriage for a hundred years!"

Song Zhao's eyes were unclear, staring at Empress Gu, Prince, and Duan Yunsui, with his cheeks collapsing very tightly.

It was this group of people who took advantage of the conflict between her and the powerful ministers and deliberately disagree with them.

After manipulating Si Yu's marriage.

I want to control her marriage again.

"Prince Zhaoyang, your purse is in my hands, you can only marry me." Duan Yunsui stepped forward and said in a voice that only he and Song Zhao could hear.

"If it weren't for the Chosen Minister, who would believe your Song family's words in the future?

Have you been abandoned by the Marquis and still want to bear the reputation of being untrustworthy?"

The autumn wind strodes through Song Zhao's white face, leaving a hint of coolness on her face.

She was silent, as if she was considering the interests.

The prince sat upright on the stone bench.

He picked up the Longjing in front of the rain on the table casually.

The tea mist was shrouded in, concealing the strange curve of the corners of his mouth.

I'm already looking forward to it.

Once Song Zhao married Duan Yunsui, he became the object in his palm.

"The Marquis is here."

The bead curtain was rolled up in the distance, and a prompt from the imperial chief general Chang came.

How could Emperor Yuan Chun’s personal eunuch come with Si Yu?

Surprised eyes looked in the same direction.

A man wearing a super-quality county marquis' ward suit is coming on the wind.

He tied his hair with golden crown, tied his military boots, and his tall and superior figure completely supported his wide and graceful official robe.
Chapter completed!