Deyang was wearing a wedding dress and sat alone in the east wing room in the backyard.

At this time, the east wing room had been cleaned up like the bridal chambers when all ordinary people got married, with bright red curtains everywhere, and the windows were covered with bright red words of joy.

Next to the window is a large rosewood bed carved with auspicious clouds and peonies. It is also the only valuable item in the house. Others such as tables and chairs are all ordinary pine wood.

The room was not very big. A mirror platform was placed one step away from the end of the bed, with makeup boxes and other items on it. All of them were Deyang's dowry. Deyang's dowry was sent by the emperor, so it was quite rich, with all kinds of gold, silver and jewelry. At this time, it was scattered on the table, and it was actually a golden piece. Under the candlelight, it was filled with light and dazzling.

In this year, the richness of the makeup bag is directly related to the woman's face. If it is rich, it means that the woman's family has a strong financial resources and will not be criticized by her husband's family after passing the house, and will not be angry. If the makeup bag is meager, then the woman will most likely be angry when she arrives at her husband's family.

However, these do not apply to Deyang. Emperor Qin Ziyue gave her such a generous dowry, but she just wanted to slap her in the face so that Deyang could see clearly who Qin Ziyue was, and who was the person she was going to marry.

The most noble princess of the previous dynasty brought about a dozen carts of dowry. The man who married was not only stupid, but also poor!

In front of the window is an Eight Immortals table with a layer of red silk on it. On it are simply placed auspicious fruits and grandchildren's cakes on the porcelain plate, as well as two red candles carved with dragons and phoenixes. The red candles jump happily, reflecting her soft figure on the pane with the window flowers with the word "Happy".

As the night grew deeper, Deyang sat in the east wing, across the yard, and you could still hear the noise in the front yard and the wanton ridicule of the groom.

Her wedding dress was already wet, but she was still quiet and well-behaved, sitting by the bed without moving, waiting for her husband to come back after drinking, and lifting up a wedding chees for her.

Suddenly, she felt an unusual breath of depression coming to her face, making her hands tightly hold her hands.

"snort!"

In the quiet room, the cold snorkeled like the thunder of the nine heavens, exploding in Deyang's ears.

Immediately afterwards, through the gap of the Xipa, she saw a pair of heavy plaids embroidered with clouds and dragons appearing in front of her, and the bright yellow robe embroidered with mountains, rivers, sun and moon.

In an instant, her breathing was suffocated and her hands were clenched unconsciously.

Qin Ziyue narrowed the narrow eyes of Liuyin Crushing Ice, stared at her slightly stiff body, and her little jade white hand that had already been tightened, and said heavily: "Dongfang Qinghuang, I didn't expect that you could do this!"

His voice was clear and pleasant, but now he heard it, like a heavy hammer filled with silver, smashing it down word by word, making people feel heartbroken, as if he accidentally would be smashed into pieces and could no longer move.

The room was silent, and only his gradually heavier breathing was obviously extremely angry.

Deyang Yan's lips were pursed tightly, and she said nothing, and even the ears hanging from the veil did not shake.

After waiting for a while, he couldn't get her answer. His hand hanging down to his side slowly clenched, and it creaked in a short while.

Suddenly, the hand hanging beside him suddenly raised.

"Slow down!"

At the same time, the sound of joy like cutting gold and cutting jade sounded, blocking his movements.

His hand was barely stopped in front of her veil, and his index finger touched the bright red silk, and a huge flame of anger had gathered in his narrow eyes.

"Your Majesty, Deyang is already the wife of Yun Qian Zhengzi, Mrs. Xiahou. Although you are the emperor, you are not suitable for such behavior." The sound of Deyang colliding like gold and jade escaped from his bright red lips in a gentle and indifferent manner, as cold as ice.
Chapter completed!