The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

After finishing speaking, Xiahou winds gently, pulls Mi Luo, who is trembling all over, into his arms, and announces domineeringly, "Huangfulian, I want to take this woman away!"

Xiahou Fengli's words made Huangfu Lian stunned.

He stood there, motionless, looking at the person struggling in Xia Houfeng's arms, with his thin lips parted slightly, his expression dull.

He couldn't accept the fact that the woman in front of him was not Jiang Nanyan.

If she wasn't Yan'er...[

Who is she then?

Why are you here?

And why would she wear a wedding dress, marry herself, and even the two of them...

Huangfulian's mind is in a mess right now, and she is completely unable to recover from this astonishing fact.

Xiahou Fengli looked at Huangfulian indifferently, stopped talking, hugged Mi Luo, turned and walked towards the door.

At the moment when he was stepping out of the threshold, Huang Fulian suddenly called out and stopped him.

"Wait!" Huangfulian lifted her robe and chased after her.

Xiahou Fengli stopped in his tracks, waiting for Huangfulian's next words.

"She's not Yan'er... She's not Yan'er... Where is Yan'er then? Tell me, where is Yan'er?" Huang Fulian held Xiahou Fengli's arm tightly and asked eagerly.

"She...she's in the prince's palace..." Xiahou Feng hesitated for a moment before saying.

Just now he was only thinking about taking Xuerong back, but he had completely forgotten that Jiang Nanyan was still in his palace.