Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 2 The Grand Wedding - Wife Becomes Concubine
"That's right, Mr. Mo is second to none in Mohuang Country regardless of his character and family background. Do you want to marry any kind of woman? Why do you want to marry someone who dislikes the poor and loves the rich?"

A woman's voice broke in, and the voice was full of jealousy that could not be concealed.

A pair of eyes were fixed on Mr. Mo who had just passed by.

"Haha, it's natural that Mr. Mo is kind. I heard that when He Dahu had the cheek to ask for marriage, he thought Mr. Mo would refuse, but he agreed so readily."

In the bridal sedan chair, the bride is sitting upright with a hijab on her head.
It's just that a pair of small hands tightened the handkerchief slightly, and the fingertips turned pale.

"..."

Amidst the discussions among the crowd, the sedan chair finally stopped in front of a towering house.
The sound of firecrackers sounded, and Mr. Mo helped out the bride with his own hands.
Although she was wearing a scarlet hijab, her graceful figure and exquisite body, against the backdrop of the scarlet wedding dress, looked more and more charming.

The surrounding guests let out a sound of admiration.
It seems that this young lady of the He family is indeed a beauty, no wonder Mr. Mo is willing to marry her...

The procedures that newcomers should follow have not been left behind.
Amid the sound of gun salutes, a couple of newlyweds walked side by side to the center of the wedding hall.

Both of Mr. Mo's parents died, and sitting on the guest seats at this moment are two princes with gorgeous clothes.

The one on the left is dressed in a purple python robe and has a slender figure.

Wearing a purple gold crown.The face is handsome and elegant, but a pair of eyes are radiant and sharp.

It looks very difficult to get along with.

He is the prince of Mohuang Kingdom——

Mo Qianling.

The one on the right is casually wearing a light blue robe, with a stick of pruning bamboo dripping on the robe.

Unlike other people wearing a bun or crown, his black and soft hair was only tied loosely at the back of his head.

Under the flying smoky eyebrows, a pair of eyes are as deep as the sea, as clear as jewels, and there is a faint smile circulating.

He was unconsciously playing with a folding fan in his hand.

Her fingers were slender and shiny, and her nails were bright pink with a hint of pearlescent luster.

He looks good-natured, but there is an air of Tsinghua aristocracy around him.

(End of this chapter)