Fu Ziwen reacted only after being pushed by a slave beside him. His originally stiff body did not react much when he saw Yu Moqing. The chill in his eyes did not fade away at all. He just stared at Yu Moqing's bright red wedding dress, and a sigh over his pursed lips.

Xi Po also came to the wedding car, her lips were about to be raised to her cheeks, but she saw that Yu Moqing had just left the curtain, but she stood there blankly and didn't move. She hurriedly greeted, "Why don't you come and help the lady get out of the car!"

Everyone immediately realized that the young lady of Yu was a daughter of a daughter. Even though she suffered outside a few years ago, how could her spoiled temperament change? She felt that she was not bad and came forward and was about to reach out to support Yu Moqing.

Unexpectedly, Yu Moqing had no intention of getting down, and his plain hands hanging on his cuffs didn't want to pay attention to these maids.

Several maids looked at each other with fear and fear. They quickly looked in the direction of Fu Ziwen carefully, not knowing what to do.

Seeing this scene, Fu Ziwen frowned immediately. He originally thought that Yu Moqing was just pretending to be more arrogant. When he saw it, he immediately didn't understand what the girl was thinking, and what was she leaving the maid in his mansion there? Was he deliberately letting him not get out of Taiwan?

He has not forgotten what he has learned recently. Even though he knew Yu Moqing had some concerns, he agreed to cooperate with her. Even if he turned to marry her, he had been enduring it. Now that he has finally come to the marriage, what is Yu Moqing's temper, but he doesn't give him face?

The distinguished guest next to him was naturally in the mood to watch the fun, thinking that he just thought that Miss Yu was used to being used to being so arrogant, and he didn't care why Fu Ziwen's face became increasingly angry.

Fu Ziwen felt that it was hard to bear the face. He finally calmed down and walked towards the wedding car. He was about to question Yu Moqing why, but he heard a voice in his ear, "Help me."

Fu Ziwen was stunned, and then couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Yu Moqing! What the hell are you doing?"

"The general's mansion married the prime minister's daughter and the queen mother's nephew, so he showed this sincerity? What do you think of the people in the capital?" Yu Moqing's face was quite light, and the voice of the internal force was very cold.

"Then where do you let me put my face?" Fu Ziwen's face was also cold, and his eyes were not sympathetic. He was a seven-foot man and could not even decide on his own marriage. Now he met such a tough sister again, and he felt even more unhappy.

Seeing that the maid on the side saw that something was wrong, she also looked back and did not disturb the two of them’s quiet conversation.

"Tomorrow, the general will only be rumored to be pampered by the general's beloved wife and take care of her meticulously. How could he lose face to the general?" Yu Moqing said quietly.

Fu Ziwen stood for a while, and the sound of rituals and music in the background almost pierced his ears before his anger was slightly dissipated. He did not understand the meaning of Yu Moqing's words, but because there were so many people standing in front of the mansion to observe, he had to give up.

Looking up slightly, the woman in red in front of me was no longer like she had been in three years, and her identity was very different. I still remember the man in white when I first came out, asking him to take good care of the woman. Although I had not yet figured out her relationship with the man in white, I thought of her own sister whom I never wanted to admit, there was always one or two things that were beyond my reach.

Forget it, Fu Ziwen sighed, then stretched out his arm with a stuffy face.

Yu Moqing then curled the corner of her mouth and slowly reached out to put her hand on it, "That's right... Anyway, you will carry me in the door later, so why bother with this moment?"

Fu Ziwen was just about to think about Yu Moqing, but now he turned cold again. His thin lips tightly pursed clearly covered the gritting teeth behind him, "You are cruel..."

Yu Moqing said nothing, but the smile that was overflowing from his mouth was naughty. Seeing that Fu Ziwen was facing her back, a trace of cunning suddenly flashed in his eyes. It happened that his slender jade feet in red flower shoes had just fallen to the last level of the jade stairs, but his figure suddenly raised his breath and pounced on Fu Ziwen's back.

"You!" Fu Ziwen was shocked by this pounce. Fortunately, he had been practicing martial arts for many years and then he stood up and his face turned red instantly. He was not because of shyness, but because this girl was not serious, he almost got angry. Then he turned his face and his eyebrows were almost frowning, "Are you really a shameless thing?" He also because he was the weight of Yu Moqing, and he couldn't let go, so he could only grit his teeth and catch Yu Moqing and let her step on his back.

"My good husband, your bride is a little heavy. Take advantage of this to come in with your back. Otherwise, you will fall in front of your general's mansion and deserve to be laughed at by these spectators! Haha..." Yu Moqing's cunning expression was blocked by a red veil. She was hung on Fu Ziwen's back, and her head was placed on Fu Ziwen's broad shoulders.

Everyone just thought it was the bride and said something in the groom's ear, with deep meanings in their eyes that needed to be said.
Chapter completed!