Before the words were finished, the faces of the two princesses Pingyang and De'an suddenly became embarrassing.

"Deyang, you have reached this point and you dare to speak out!" Dean was like crazy, and pointed to the big red sedan angrily, his voice changed.

"Are you two here just to show off your verbal pleasure?" Deyang chuckled, his silver bell-like voice with a little crispness, "Do you two who are not looked down upon by others, are you embarrassed to show off your power in front of this princess?"

"Deyang, can you still laugh when you fall into this kind of field?" Princess Pingyang was furious. The most unbearable thing they were the woman that the emperor Qin Ziyue liked in the dynasty was Princess Deyang in front of him. Even though they were sent to the door, they were still rejected. Qin Ziyue had only Deyang in her heart!

Deyang's previous sarcasm was about this ugly thing that made them embarrassed and unforgettable.

"What can I not laugh at?" Princess Deyang sat in the big red wedding sedan chair, through the gray rain curtain, and every word was crisp and loud, like a pearl falling from a jade plate. "My husband looks like Pan An, handsome and unpredictable. Even the emperor of the dynasty is inferior. Even if his intelligence is slightly dull, it is better than defeated, lame, and his appearance is not good."

"You!" The two former princesses and the wives of the military generals of the dynasty were so angry that they stood up from the car, pointed at the big red sedan chair and shouted angrily.

Both of them were princesses of the previous dynasty. When Qin Ziyue was a general, they chased Qin Ziyue tightly. Later, they made some jokes, which hindered their reputation. In desperation, they had to marry a martial artist. Now that they have made achievements with Qin Ziyue, they have achieved their hardships and enjoyed wealth. However, one was defeated in middle age, and the other was disabled during the war and was a little lame.

Originally, Princess Deyang was in a down-and-out relationship, so the two of them came together. They wanted to humiliate them, but they didn't expect to be humiliated by Deyang instead.

Hearing Deyang's words, the two men who were mingling among the people were both silent. After a while, one of the men whispered: "Young Master, she has a lot of praise for you."

"...Shut up!" The man with a clear voice repelled in anger.

"Xueling, I am getting married today. Don't delay the time of the worship because of idle people." Deyang's words have come to this point, and he is unwilling to say more, so he urges Xueling to set off quickly and go to Yunqian Zhongzi Mansion.

Xue Ling agreed and hurriedly ordered the sedan chairman to set off.

Unexpectedly, before the sedan chair was lifting up the car, the sedan chair heard the sound of horse hooves and came to him instantly.

A snow-white tall horse, a man was wearing a purple python robe and wearing a purple gold crown. He rode his horse forward in the rain, roaring until he stood in front of the sedan chair. The horse raised his hooves and whistled, showing his heroic posture and the handsomeness of the horse.

"Yinyin! Come down with me!" The person who came was as handsome as jade, and his face was extraordinary, but his face was full of anger. Before the horse's front hooves touched the ground, he had already jumped off the horse, walked to the sedan chair in two steps, and shouted angrily.

Yinyin...

Tears from the corners of Deyang's eyes poured out without any warning, falling on the delicate and smooth back of his hands in no order, and then slid down from the back of his hands, drawing out two rays of water.

She was named Deyang by the former emperor since she was a child. From then on, even the wet nurse dared not call her nickname Yinyin anymore. Only the person in front of the sedan chair has always cared for her since she was a child and called her Yinyin, which has never changed.

"Prince Zhuang, thank you for coming to Deyang, but if you come like this, wouldn't it be a big joyful day for me?" Deyang tried hard to calm down his feelings, and his voice flowed out of the sedan chair smoothly without any fluctuations.

"Crash? Humph, I not only want to collide, but also come to rob the bride! Yinyin, come with me!" Prince Zhuang stepped forward, lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and looked at the woman who was soaked in the sedan chair but was still dignified and sat down, and felt her heart hurt like a needle.

"Prince Zhuang, this is my own voluntary." Deyang silently and spoke softly.

Through the fiery red veil, Prince Zhuang could only see her small chin moving slightly, her bright red lips opened and closed, and said something that made him feel heart-wrenching.
Chapter completed!