King Xuan walked up to Xue Qingyin and looked at her intently, as if he wanted to imprint her appearance into his eyes.

Then he took off the sword from his waist, handed it to Xue Qingyin, and then bowed down in front of her.

For a moment, everyone was speechless.

I never expected King Xuan to act like this.

He Songning, who was standing by the steps, had tense features and his eyes were watching the scene in front of him without any emotion.

But he miscalculated.

King Xuan came to greet him personally.

He Songning felt a trace of unwillingness in his heart, but he still took a step back and squeezed out a deep voice from his throat: "Your Highness, please."

Xue Qingyin no longer hesitated, she just lay down. The hand holding the sword could only wrap around King Xuan's neck.

It looks a little strange.

She actually didn't quite understand why King Xuan took off his sword and gave it to her.

On the other hand, the soldiers from Prince Xuan's palace who followed him quickly bowed their heads when they saw this.

The sword is the king of hundreds of weapons, and it is a symbol of power, identity and majesty.

When King Xuan handed over his sword to the girl of the Xue family, the meaning was very clear.

Xue Qingyin didn't know anything about this, and her legs firmly grabbed King Xuan's waist.

King Xuan held her buttocks.

Fortunately, the clothes she wore were thick and heavy, so there was nothing special about her. Otherwise, even if she was as thick-skinned as she was, she would still be a little shy.

King Xuan's back is really broad.

When I lay down on it, I felt very safe and at ease.

Xue Qingyin lay down tighter as she thought about it.

Even the head was pressed against it. After all, it is very heavy, so this can save energy.

King Xuan seemed to be aware of her "closeness", and the hand holding her suddenly became stronger.

King Xuan just carried her all the way to the outside world.

After walking through Jian Pavilion, through Haitang Gate, we finally arrived at the gate of Xue's house.

Mr. Xue and others were already waiting there.

Before he got close, he was already bowing to King Xuan from a distance.

King Xuan didn't even look at them and walked straight out the door.

Xue Qingyin found it quite strange.

There are so many people today...

King Xuan carried her on his back and walked to the sedan chair in a few steps.

The sedan chair was completely different from ordinary ones. It was decorated with ivory, with branches and butterfly-patterned damask curtains, and it required eight people to carry it.

Xue Qingyin looked up in surprise and saw a long motorcade following the sedan chair. There must be at least thirty or forty cars, right?

Each car was filled with things, including the betrothal gift and her dowry. These would be her private property in the future, but there were so many that her eyes were dazzled.

When she thought of this, Xue Qingyin immediately became energetic.

He couldn't help but ask: "Your Highness, with so many chariots, won't they go beyond the limit?"

King Xuan said calmly: "With only a hundred weapons, how can it exceed the limit?"

Xue Qingyin said softly "Ah". It turned out that she had underestimated the number of cars. There were more than thirty or forty cars.

However, King Xuan called it "no more than a hundred items".

Don't lie to her that she is uneducated.

Hundreds of cars and carriages may not fit on one street, right?

She used to read "Ten Miles of Red Makeup" in the book, and this was probably what it looked like? Or was the situation in front of her better than what was written in that book?

Xue Qingyin doesn't know.

She was at a loss as she was carefully put into the sedan chair by King Xuan.

King Xuan whispered: "There is a soft pillow at hand."

After saying that, he lowered the sedan curtain.

Xue Qingyin hurriedly put down her fan, took advantage of the situation and touched the soft pillow.

She quickly padded her lower back and neck, then leaned against the sedan wall and immediately felt much more comfortable.

"Your Highness, wait." She hurriedly called to King Xuan.

Everyone watched as King Xuan took two steps, turned back, rolled up the curtain, and seemed to be talking to Xue Qingyin.

The Xue family was speechless, wondering why they were so reluctant to leave after just such a short time?

In the sedan chair, Xue Qingyin raised the sword in her hand and said, "Your Highness forgot to take this."

She only thought that King Xuan gave her the sword just now to carry her on his back, for fear of inconvenience.

King Xuan lowered his eyes to look at her and said solemnly: "You keep it for me."

After saying that, he lowered the sedan curtain again.

Xue Qingyin smacked her lips.

All right.

She had no choice but to hold the sword tightly to her chest.

She vaguely heard King Xuan's voice: "Farewell to father-in-law and mother-in-law."

Outside, Mrs. Xue and Xue Chengdong naturally did not dare to accept the courtesy, so they quickly bowed and returned the courtesy: "Your Highness."

Xue Qingyin only felt her body light up.

The bearer lifted the sedan.

Du Hongxue walked in front, spreading money to clear the way.

King Xuan also got on his horse neatly. He was already tall, which made people feel even more oppressive.

Everyone unconsciously took half a step back.

He Songning and his son just stayed there, motionless.

Here, Mr. Xue pressed his chest and sighed softly: "Although she is a concubine, King Xuan treats her very considerately."

Only then did Xue Chengdong remember that when he sent his daughter out of the palace, her parents should have told her how to behave as a wife. In the end, they didn't say a word.

Whatever.

Come to think of it, Xue Qingyin's temperament doesn't lend itself well to listening.

Mrs. Xue had long forgotten what she wanted to say. She just watched the motorcade rumble away and shed tears again.

Seeing her crying silently, Xue Chengdong quietly handed over a handkerchief from the side.

Mrs. Xue lowered her head and glanced back, then looked back and glared at Xue Chengdong coldly with tears in her eyes, but turned around and left.

Xue Chengdong: "..."

Aunt Xue's eyebrows almost stood up.

It was Mrs. Xue who stopped her: "What day is today? If anyone talks nonsense? I will ask for help."

Aunt Xue could only swallow the words back in her stomach.

How can any wife dare to treat her husband like this?

At this time, He Songning quickly turned around and followed her. He also handed over the handkerchief and said, "Mom, wipe your tears. Don't be sad."

At this moment, he was still a little surprised. How did the relationship between Mrs. Xue and Xue Chengdong get to this point? He didn't even bother to say another word.

Mrs. Xue suddenly turned around and said angrily: "You and your father are so similar. When your sister left the cabinet, you didn't even shed a tear!"

He Songning was speechless.

He felt that this was a fire at Xue Chengdong's city gate, which affected him, a fish in the pond.

…

In this car, Xue Qingyin was sitting in a sedan chair, bouncing back and forth, which made her sleepy.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, a hand suddenly reached out from outside the curtain.

That hand held a lotus leaf bag.

"Master, please take a bite or two to rest your stomach," the man said.

The voice sounded strange and young.
To be continued...