Chapter 2: Grand Wedding——Wife Changes to Concubine
"Yes, our Mr. Mo is second to none in Mo Huang Kingdom in terms of character and family background. What kind of woman do you want to marry? Why would you marry that person who dislikes poverty and loves wealth?"
A woman's voice intervened, her voice full of unconcealable jealousy. (www
A pair of eyes were fixed on Mr. Mo who just passed by.
"Haha, of course our Mr. Mo is very kind. I heard that when He Dahu shamelessly came to propose marriage, he thought that Mr. Mo would refuse, but he unexpectedly agreed readily."[
In the sedan chair, the bride is sitting on a straight board with her head covered.
Just a pair of small hands slightly tightened the handkerchief, and the fingertips turned pale.
"..."
Amid everyone's discussion, the sedan finally stopped in front of a towering mansion.
The sound of firecrackers sounded, and Mr. Mo helped the bride out with his own hands
Although she is wearing a bright red hijab, her graceful figure and exquisite body, against the backdrop of the bright red wedding dress, make her look even more delicate than a flower.
The surrounding guests made a sound of admiration.
It seems that this Miss He family is indeed a beauty, no wonder Mr. Mo is still willing to marry her...
Not a single step of the procedures that newcomers should follow has been forgotten.
Amidst the sound of the salute, the newlyweds walked side by side to the center of the wedding hall.
Mr. Mo's parents are both dead, and sitting in the guest seats are two princes in gorgeous clothes.
The one on the left is wearing a purple python robe and has a slender figure.
Wearing a purple gold crown on his head. His face is handsome and elegant, but his eyes are radiant and sharp.
He seems very difficult to get along with.
He is the crown prince of Mohuang Kingdom——
Mo Qianling.
The one on the right is casually wearing a light blue robe, with a stick of bamboo painted on it.
Unlike other people who wear buns or crowns, his black and soft hair is only loosely tied at the back of his head.
Under the flying eyebrows, a pair of eyes are as deep as the sea, as clear as gems, and there is a faint smile.[
He was unconsciously playing with a folding fan in his hand.
The fingers are slender and shiny, and the nails are pink and translucent, with a faint pearlescent sheen.
He looks good-tempered, but he has the air of a Tsinghua aristocrat lingering around him.