The people around were stunned at first, and then realized that it was the bride who was crying.

I saw Liu Yun also crying. She was really reluctant to send away her two precious daughters all at once.

Listening to the happy sounds and gongs outside the bridge, Li Yunqing couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in her heart. She had lost her mother since she was a child, but Liu Yun was sincerely good to her.

It's a pity that before she had time to experience this kind of happy life, she was about to go into the fire pit.

She didn't know how long the sedan chair was jolting, until her buttocks hurt from sitting on it, her head felt dizzy and she was about to fall asleep, but she had to straighten her back because of the phoenix crown, and the music playing in her ears hurt her ears.

Finally the sedan stopped and she was asked to get out of the sedan.

A red ribbon was stuffed into her hand, and she was like a puppet on strings. Every step she took, there was someone reminding her that the voice was that of an elderly nanny.

After crossing the door rail, she saw a slender hand stretched out. Li Yunqing hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her slender hand.

It was cold. The people around her gave off an unusually cold aura. She could imagine that the fourth prince hated her marriage.

The storm gathered in his eyes, and Li Yunqing raised the corners of his mouth indifferently. Since he was so unwilling, then no one should disturb anyone from now on, and everyone should live their own lives.

After finally paying homage to the high hall three times, Li Yunqing was led into the new house by Xiniang.

The dim candlelight flickered, and all kinds of nuts were placed in the wedding room covered with happy words.

Red candles with dragons and phoenixes illuminated the entire bedroom, and Xi Niang and the maid were standing outside the bead curtain, waiting at any time.

Behind the bead curtain, Li Yunqing had already collapsed on the edge of the bed, leaning on the bedpost to support her body.

In ancient times, getting married was so troublesome, with a lot of etiquette and cumbersome rules. Fortunately, she was in good health, otherwise she would have collapsed long ago.

There was a creak.

The door with hollow carvings was pushed open, and a handsome face with backlight and a tall and slender figure appeared in front of everyone.

Li Yunqing immediately sat upright, fearing that something would go wrong and the fourth prince would lose his temper and there would be no peace.

But before she could react, the hijab on her head was lifted, and a strange and handsome face appeared in front of her.

The man in front of me was seven feet tall, with a jade crown on his hair, and a red wedding dress that could not hide the coldness in his body.

It was a natural coldness that came from within. Those eyes, like splashing ink, with unfathomable gaze, stared at her with unusual disdain, and then turned their heads.

"Everyone, get down." Xie Mei's voice became even more gloomy, and the murderous aura filled with the fury of hell abruptly split the quietly flowing gas in the room.

"Yes, I will leave this slave."

The maid and Xi Niang left in a hurry without looking back. Only Chunfeng glanced worriedly at the expressionless Li Yunqing before closing the hollow carved door.

The room was so quiet that one could hear the sound of burning red candles, and the flickering light of the fire illuminated the entire room.

The light hit the crystal bead curtain on the side and reflected seven colors of light, and a playful smile appeared on that handsome face.

"Have you seen enough?" Bailiyi glanced over with a cold look, his anger was still there.

He originally wanted Li Yunqing to sacrifice his life to calm Ziyue's anger, but he didn't expect that Li Chengfeng was playing tricks on him and actually let him marry a fool.

Now I can't save her life, but let her become the concubine.
Chapter completed!