The bronze crane mouth on the sandalwood table exudes a scent of fragrance. The swaying light of the red candle turns the stormy color of the happy window curtain like fog. The window curtain is made of the most exquisite autumn fragrance brocade, and large pieces of gold silk embroidered into a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water, which is full of wealth. On the small table on one side is a flower plate, and lotus seeds and lilies sprinkle into the appearance of rich peonies. The red candle is hot and the wedding candle is blooming.

The woman sat down beside the bed with her head down, her golden veil covering her head, her jade-like slender hands tightly holding the concentric knot, and gently spoke: "Ji Lan, what time is it now?"

The maid in a small water-blue shirt beside her smiled and walked forward: "Don't worry, Miss, Miss, the prince should arrive soon." After that, she covered her mouth and smiled.

"Bad things, you can joke with me too? I really don't know how to be tall and thick." The girl with a peach-colored little jacket scolded her coldly, but she couldn't stop smiling in her eyes.

"I'll say less." Mother Chen looked out the door: "I've entered the palace and I can't do anything wrong. You little hoofs say it happily. Don't let the lady get tired of it. No, I should call you a princess now."

"Mom." Zhuang Hanyan couldn't listen anymore. Two blushed flew out of her pretty face under her veil. She wanted to say something to stop them from joking, but she couldn't say it. Thinking of the handsome figure of the prince, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to bury her head in the brocade quilt covered with lilies and pine nuts.

Prince Wei Rufeng, the prince of Wei, always thinks of him, and his heart feels sweet. The first time I saw him was at the banquet of Rong Fei. Han Yan rarely went out. The first time he entered the palace, Yushan pointed at one of the male guests from afar and told him: "That's Prince Wei."

He was wearing a snow-white long gown, with a minimalist style, which was unstoppable. He looked over with warm eyes and smiled at them.

That smile will never be forgotten.

It was from that time that Yushan frequently brought her news about Wei Rufeng. As the daughter of the Marquis' Mansion, Yushan was lively and often played with the wives and ladies of the foreign mansion. When the women were together, they would hear more or less news about young talents in the capital. Yushan found out that Prince Wei's family followed the former emperor to conquer half of the country, and had outstanding achievements. The elders of the two dynasties were deeply favored. Prince Wei Rufeng, the prince of Prince Wei, was a young man with both civil and military skills. He was also very gentle and thoughtful.

That year, she didn't expect that her stepmother Zhou found a good marriage for her. The other party was Prince Wei's family. The merchant abandoned Wu Congwen from his grandfather's generation, and still had a place in the court. She didn't understand the marriage between Wei and Zhuang, but the other party was Wei Rufeng. This alone was enough to make her cry for Zhou.

"It was Yushan who mentioned to me that the Wei family was a good marriage." Han Yan still remembered Zhou's words at that time: "After all, it's a girl who is not married, why are she so bold and shameless?" Even though she said that, her face was full of smiles. Yushan acted coquettishly: "I also want my sister to marry a good man, isn't that good?" She lowered her head embarrassedly, but her heart was warm. She said that her stepmother was unkind, but her family wanted her to live a good life. She felt even more grateful when she thought about this, and she took the initiative to ask her father to raise the name for Zhou and become the wife of her wife.

Finally, when this day comes, the good man is right in front of you. From now on, the moon is quiet and the mother should be relieved if she is alive.

I don’t know how long I sat there, but I heard a "creak..." sound, and the door was pushed open.

Han Yan subconsciously looked down and saw that under the veil, there were not the expected silk boots, but a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes, with colorful pictures of hundreds of sons and thousands of grandchildren embroidered on the big red upper. For no reason, she suddenly felt panicked.

"Why is Miss Third?" Ji Lan's surprised voice came to her ears.

Yushan?

For some reason, Han Yan didn't have the courage to uncover the veil. At this moment, she felt inexplicably palpitations. The nightmare the night before the wedding appeared in front of her again. The woman who married Wei Rufeng in the dream was Yushan. She rushed over madly, but Yushan looked at her with a cold and sarcastic look. After waking up, she forced herself to calm down and blamed herself for her random thoughts. This dream was really ridiculous.

"Fourth Sister." The soft female voice remembered, but it was not as innocent and lively as usual, but it was a little chilling: "The prince asked me to bring wine."

Unable to help it, Han Yan lifted the veil and stared at the person in front of her, regardless of Ji Lan and Shuhong's exclamations.

Zhuang Yushan is wearing a phoenix crown and a robe with unparalleled eyebrows and eyes. Her red wedding dress is even more delicate than her, with a slim figure and a smile on the corners of her lips.

I had known that Yushan was beautiful, but Yushan had been wearing plain clothes in front of her. Unexpectedly, her bright colors seemed to have changed her body. Especially the look between her eyebrows was unfamiliar.

Yushan stared at her and smiled slightly, his voice as pleasant as a yellow oriole from the valley: "Sister thinks, is it good to wear this wedding dress?"

Han Yan moved her lips, but couldn't speak. Yushan covered her mouth and giggled: "Look at me, forget about the serious business." After that, he turned around, and the two mothers following him immediately presented a white jade tray, with a small pot and two wine cups in the center.

"What's this?"

"The prince's gift of wine." Yushan picked up a wine pot and poured a glass of wine for her: "Sister, drink it quickly. I missed the wedding candle of the prince's wedding chamber, but I'm going to blame him."

"What did you say?" Han Yan was dizzy. Shuhong and Ji Lan wanted to rush over to help her, but there were a few more stout women in the room, which pushed them to the ground in a few strokes.

Han Yan was twisted by an old man, and her little face was pale: "What the hell are you talking about?"

"It is easy to ask for a priceless treasure, but it is rare to have a lover. My sister still remembers this poem?" Yushan leisurely played with the cup. "At that time, the prince praised me at the lotus feast."

That was not the poem you wrote, it was me. Han Yan wanted to scream, but her mouth was already covered by the old man behind her.

"I forgot that time my sister was not present. My sister usually likes to embroider and write in the mansion, so of course she doesn't know these things." Yushan continued: "The prince loves me, but I am a concubine, so I naturally cannot become a prince's concubine."

"My sister may not know. I miss your legitimate daughter, and my heart hurts. On the wedding night, my sister was seriously ill and she was sacrificing her life to marry. It sounds like a play." Yushan seemed to have changed, and she was a person she was not familiar with. She was beautiful and aggressive, and she was completely innocent and charming. She was so powerful.

Han Yan was blocked and couldn't speak, and her heart seemed to be filled with storms. Yushan was crazy. His father knew what would happen, and the prince knew what would happen. Everyone knew that it was Zhuang Hanyan who married into Prince Wei's mansion. How could he change the pillars in front of everyone and become Zhuang Yushan!
Chapter completed!