Chapter 744 The Royal Husband’s Allure 40
So, he is really easy to coax.
All I need is a word from her...
But like this, I feel that his love is too uneasy, almost like a cat that is afraid of being abandoned by its owner at any time.
This only shows that the sense of security she gave him was not enough.
Qingwu sighed helplessly.
In the world of women, men really lack a sense of security.
This cannot be eliminated in a short time, we have to let time prove it.
——
Time flew by.
One month later.
The seventh princess marries Qi Yan.
Also on that day, the people of the imperial city witnessed a ten-mile red event.
On this day, gongs and drums were noisy in the streets of the capital, and there was a huge procession to welcome the bride. Horse hooves stepped on the green bricks, and the music of the wedding was heard.
The maids holding flower baskets waved red petals into the sky, the red silk and satin hanging from the market door fluttered in the wind, and people on both sides of the road came to watch.
For a time, the streets were empty.
Amidst the sky full of flower petals and the festive sound of gongs and drums, people turned their heads and looked towards the end of the queue.
In the middle of the two welcoming teams that opened the way, the Seventh Princess sat on a white horse, her red clothes fluttering, looking chic and unrestrained.
Her long black hair was tied high, and she wore a golden crown. Her eyes reflected the overwhelming red, and their flowing shadows were magnificent and detailed.
There was a smile on her bright red lips, and her face, lightly painted with pink and white, was pure and heroic, and her beauty was breathtaking.
The people stared blankly, and many men couldn't help but cover their chests to suppress their little hearts that were beating a little fast.
Qi Mansion.
Qi Yan sat in front of the bronze mirror, letting them comb and make up his hair. His long white fingers were folded in the red sleeves, slightly curled up nervously.
His appearance was reflected in the bronze mirror.
Normally, he looked as cold as an immortal, but now his handsome face was lightly covered with makeup, and his thin lips were touched with a touch of coquettish red.
There is a hint of allure in the coldness.
After cleaning up, the boy couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration even after looking at his appearance for a long time. "Young Master looks really good like this. His Highness the Seventh Prince will definitely be unable to take his eyes away when he sees it."
Being teased like this, Qi Yan lowered his head slightly and pursed his lips in embarrassment.
"Really...will she like it?"
"I will definitely do it!"
He curled his lips.
……
The wedding team arrived at Qi Mansion.
Qingwu turned over and dismounted, and his neat and elegant movements won the applause of the people.
Qi Shangshu supported Qi Yan, who was wearing a hijab, and looked at the newlyweds with complicated eyes.
Putting the person into the hands of the Seventh Princess, she took a step back and stood without saying anything.
There is no sadness or joy of marrying a son, but a calm gaze, not knowing what to think.
Qingwu glanced at her and held his beauty's hand.
On such a happy day, his mother didn't care and his father became a monk. Without his parents' blessing, he didn't know if he would have any regrets.
Thinking of this, she approached him and whispered: "Don't be nervous."
"...Hmm."
It would be a lie to say that I wasn't nervous, because when I thought that she was the one to marry, I was already so happy that I felt a little overwhelmed.
He meekly allowed the girl to lead him into the sedan chair.
The wedding team came in a mighty manner and left beating gongs and drums.
Watching them leave, Qi Shangshu frowned and asked his confidants: "Where is the child A Mo? He is also about to get married, and he knows how to run around all day long!"
"This... I don't know about this either. Do you want me to look for it?"
"Well, go ahead."
Waving his hand for him to go down, Qi Shangshu frowned even more tightly, feeling a little uneasy.
I always feel that the red color in this city conveys the strange feeling that a storm is coming.
(End of chapter)