The prince's favorite concubine is flirtatious and wild

Those who carry the sedan chair are all very skilled.

Although there were many people in black, there were also many guards in the wedding team. Those people came clearly towards the sedan chair. Who knew whether they would harm their own princess? How could anything go wrong on the grand day of the prince's wedding?

Seeing this, another wedding team quickly ran away with the sedan when no one was paying attention.

The men in black were almost chased and beaten, and everyone was injured.

Seeing that there was no benefit to be gained, the leader hurriedly said: "Withdraw."

Upon hearing the order, the group of people immediately dispersed and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. They were all obviously experienced escapers.

Only a few people here were slightly injured. Chang Xiao arranged for people to go to heal their injuries first, and then quickly reorganized the team.

Everything takes just a few breaths.

The team that welcomed the bride immediately became orderly and headed towards Prince Yan's Mansion, as if the assassination and chaos just now were all an illusion.

Yan Wangfu.

The main entrance is wide open. The once depressed palace gate has been renovated. Two majestic stone lions are placed, tied with festive red ribbons. The plaque is also completely new. The three words "Yanwangfu" are painted with silver hooks, vigorous and powerful.

Compared with the endless stream of guests from the Song family, the number of people who came to Prince Yan's mansion to have a wedding banquet was really pitiful.

There seemed to be a lot of people at the door, but if you looked closely, you could see that most of them were servants.

Occasionally, a familiar official mingled with the crowd.

"General Zhao, are you and Prince Yan... related?"

An official greeted an acquaintance politely but slightly awkwardly.

General Zhao smiled coquettishly: "Hello, Mr. Zhang. I can't tell you about my relatives. Isn't this because I am General Song's son-in-law? I'm here to support the scene."

Master Zhang showed an expression of 'I understand'.

"It's unfortunate. I thought so too. It's better to sell General Song."

In fact, both of them belong to Xiao Qinghan's secret forces, but they don't know each other.

In order not to be discovered by others, the two of them told lies with their eyes open.

When several court ministers not far away from the two heard this, they suddenly understood.     That's a good excuse.

So they subconsciously straightened their backs.

Well, since the prince is getting married, they have to come even if they risk being discovered and impeached.

Now I'm fine, I don't know how to be frightened.

The sedan chair stopped, and Xiniang helped Song Jiu out and handed her one end of the red silk.

Xiao Qinghan walked in front and took Song Jiu into the palace.

The guests followed the newlyweds into the wedding hall and waited for them to salute.

However, when they saw the elder princess sitting at the bottom of the throne, many people looked puzzled.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

The two of them faced the door and bowed.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

As these words fell, before everyone could ask questions, Chang Xiao and Xun'an walked in holding a tablet and placed it on the top honorary seat.

The tablet was covered with black cloth, but red silk hung unexpectedly on it, which looked a bit nondescript.

All the guests in the hall were stunned.

Is this still possible?
  Simply...

Everyone subconsciously looked at the old princess, and sure enough they saw her face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot but had to pretend to be calm.

Many people's eyes changed when they looked at Princess Yan.

There is sympathy, and there is also joy in watching others' misfortune.

You may say that King Yan did something wrong, but it is only natural for him to worship his parents.

But now the old Princess Yan is also his mother in name. When he gets married, he doesn't worship his stepmother and pays homage to the memorial tablet. Isn't he trampling on the face of the old Princess Yan under his feet?