Ye Jiangxue sat in front of the dressing table, letting the palace maids dress her up, and put on an extremely gorgeous and complicated dress.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain, so put on a cloak for Your Majesty." The soft voice was as trickling as running water, but she said the cruelest words.

"Can I not have it..." Ye Jiangxue made a sad face. She was already wearing four layers of dresses and a cloak. She was afraid that she would fall directly on the altar!

The woman in red clothes and skirt turned around. She had an ordinary face, but her eyes that were always smiling were the most beautiful. She was Biyun, the female official of Ye Jiangxue, who had assisted two generations of empresses.

She looked at Ye Jiangxue with a smile, and commanded the people to take the heaviest cloak over with a smile, and then she was put on by Ye Jiangxue with a smile.

Without saying a word during the whole process, he cruelly "increased the punishment" for Ye Jiangxue.

The rain fell in patter, Ye Jiangxue finished dressing, closed her eyes and sat on the soft couch due east, leaning her back on the soft cushion, waiting for the leading minister to come and pick her up.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the King of Chu is here." Biyun stood beside her and whispered.

"Let Ah Zui come in." She opened her eyes and ordered.

After a while, Ye Zuibi walked in. He looked at Yingluo's solemn Ye Jiangxue, stood seven steps in front of her, knelt down and said, "Brother, please see Your Majesty."

"Azui." She smiled and asked him to stand up: "This time, you meet me with the courtesy of a courtier. Don't kneel to me again in the future."

Ye Zuibi raised his head in shock: "Your Majesty..." "Call me Sister." Ye Jiangxue rolled her eyes and began to look at him carefully.

Ye Zuibi wore a dark dress with two layers. He had a slender figure and skin as white as snow. Against the backdrop of the dark black dress, his skin was as delicate as a woman's. His hair was combed

His hair was tied into a bun, tied with a beaded crown, and a white jade hairpin was inserted horizontally. Two long black silk strips fell from the jade hairpin. With this dress, his appearance was even more beautiful.

"Azui, do you have to dress like this?" She pressed on and continued to roll her eyes, "It looks like you are going to sing in a big show."

"Sister, you are more like the protagonist of the play than me." He pointed at her overwhelming outfit and retorted coolly.

~tot~

That's why she regretted it, why did she want to be the empress, why did she have to suffer like this!

"Sister, does the imperial crown on your head weigh two kilograms?" Yezuibi looked at the golden crown on her head and thought that if it were thrown, it could kill someone directly.

"To be precise..." Ye Jiangxue sniffed: "It's three pounds and three ounces."

That's why she went crazy!

Try putting a three-pound golden lump on her head. Her neck will almost collapse!

At three quarters of the Yin hour, Ye Jiangxue, supported by Biyun and Ye Zuibi, got on the imperial chariot carried by thirty-six people, supported by more than five hundred people, and set off slowly to the Tianhe Hall of the imperial palace.

Before leaving, she suddenly asked: "Where is the Prime Minister?"

Biyun knew the process best and whispered in her ear: "The Prime Minister is in the Tianhe Palace to greet Your Majesty. The Prime Minister also wants a slave to tell His Majesty that if he dares to play tricks at the enthronement ceremony, he will definitely make Your Majesty regret it very much.

.”

"..." The hair on Ye Jiangxue's back stood up. Of course she knew Yan Junqing's methods, so she said in one word: Afraid!

In front of the royal chariot were the chamberlains holding lanterns, and behind them were the imperial guards. The long procession moved along the royal road without any noise.

Outside the gate of the Nine Palaces, the royal chariot stopped, and Ye Jiangxue slowly walked into the Tianhe Hall with Ye Zuibi and Biyun. Ye Jiangxue sat in front of the dressing table and let the maids dress her up. She dressed unusually

Gorgeous and intricate dress.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain, so put on a cloak for Your Majesty." The soft voice was as trickling as running water, but she said the cruelest words.

"Can I not have it..." Ye Jiangxue made a sad face. She was already wearing four layers of dresses and a cloak. She was afraid that she would fall directly on the altar!

The woman in red clothes and skirt turned around. She had an ordinary face, but her eyes that were always smiling were the most beautiful. She was Biyun, the female official of Ye Jiangxue, who had assisted two generations of empresses.

She looked at Ye Jiangxue with a smile, and commanded the people to take the heaviest cloak over with a smile, and then she was put on by Ye Jiangxue with a smile.

Without saying a word during the whole process, he cruelly "increased the punishment" for Ye Jiangxue.

The rain fell in patter, Ye Jiangxue finished dressing, closed her eyes and sat on the soft couch due east, leaning her back on the soft cushion, waiting for the leading minister to come and pick her up.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the King of Chu is here." Biyun stood beside her and whispered.

"Let Ah Zui come in." She opened her eyes and ordered.

After a while, Ye Zuibi walked in. He looked at Yingluo's solemn Ye Jiangxue, stood seven steps in front of her, knelt down and said, "Brother, please see Your Majesty."

"Azui." She smiled and asked him to stand up: "This time, you meet me with the courtesy of a courtier. Don't kneel to me again in the future."

Ye Zuibi raised his head in shock: "Your Majesty..." "Call me Sister." Ye Jiangxue rolled her eyes and began to look at him carefully.

Ye Zuibi wore a dark dress with two layers. He had a slender figure and skin as white as snow. Against the backdrop of the dark black dress, his skin was as delicate as a woman's. His hair was combed

His hair was tied into a bun, tied with a beaded crown, and a white jade hairpin was inserted horizontally. Two long black silk strips fell from the jade hairpin. With this dress, his appearance was even more beautiful.

"Azui, do you have to dress like this?" She pressed on and continued to roll her eyes, "It looks like you are going to sing in a big show."

"Sister, you are more like the protagonist of the play than me." He pointed at her overwhelming outfit and retorted coolly.

~tot~

That's why she regretted it, why did she want to be the empress, why did she have to suffer like this!

"Sister, does the imperial crown on your head weigh two kilograms?" Yezuibi looked at the golden crown on her head and thought that if it were thrown, it could kill someone directly.

"To be precise..." Ye Jiangxue sniffed: "It's three pounds and three ounces."

That's why she went crazy!

Try putting a three-pound golden lump on her head. Her neck will almost collapse!

At three quarters of the Yin hour, Ye Jiangxue, supported by Biyun and Ye Zuibi, got on the imperial chariot carried by thirty-six people, supported by more than five hundred people, and set off slowly to the Tianhe Hall of the imperial palace.

Before leaving, she suddenly asked: "Where is the Prime Minister?"

Biyun knew the process best and whispered in her ear: "The Prime Minister is in the Tianhe Palace to greet Your Majesty. The Prime Minister also wants a slave to tell His Majesty that if he dares to play tricks at the enthronement ceremony, he will definitely make Your Majesty regret it very much.

.”

"..." The hair on Ye Jiangxue's back stood up. Of course she knew Yan Junqing's methods, so she said in one word: Afraid!

In front of the royal chariot were the chamberlains holding lanterns, and behind them were the imperial guards. The long procession moved along the royal road without any noise.
Chapter completed!