The code name of this palace is 007: Wangye, if you have a kind, you will be singled out

Chapter 42 Accidents again and again [5]

Obsidian Kingdom, Imperial Palace
The morning sun shines on the wide flat floor between the palace gate and the main hall, and the golden light is particularly dazzling under the reflection of the smooth boulder ground, adding a sense of grandeur to the main hall on the 99 steps.

When Lan Yu and the maid who accompanied him into the palace opened the curtain and stepped out of the soft sedan chair, the first thing he saw was the palace that symbolized the supremacy of time and space.

In this time and space, the most important ceremony for the canonization of a concubine is not the worship of ordinary people, but the acceptance of the imperial edict personally sealed by the emperor.

Although this time and space is also in ancient times, it is different from many customs and rules in history. Although there is still a slight difference in the dignity of men and women, if it is a formal marriage, it has a pivotal position in the family. Until death, neither shall divorce his wife, nor shall he be insulted with excuses.

This is exactly the reason why Mo Xuanjian insisted on divorcing his wife after knowing that the wife he was about to marry was a good-for-nothing!
At this time, civil and military officials had already gathered at both ends of the platform, waiting to be summoned into the palace to observe the ceremony. When they saw Lan Yu's thin body coming out of the carefully arranged soft sedan chair, everyone almost frowned in unison.

For a long time, Lan He had left Lan Yu in the mansion, restricted him from entering and leaving the mansion, and even concealed everything about Lan Yu from the outside, just not wanting others to know that Lan Yu had produced such a waste.

So much so that the first daughter of the Lan family has always given people a mysterious feeling, and now it is hard to see her, no one would have thought that the dignified first daughter of the Lan family would look like this.

Although the facial features are exquisite, this figure is really not like a 16-year-old girl who is about to get married, but more like a homeless refugee living on the street.

Lan Yu saw the weird expressions of those people in his eyes, and there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes. His eyes turned, and he squinted at Lan He, who was standing at the front of the left row of officials, and felt that his face had changed slightly because of her appearance. The appearance was in his eyes, thinking about the conversation he heard last night, Lan Yu raised his lips with a half-smile.

A person like Lan He is not worthy of being a father at all!

With a smile, Lan Yu quietly raised her feet and slowly walked up the steps. Just as her feet crossed the threshold of the hall, a sharp gaze fell directly on her.

Following his eyes, it was Mo Xuanjian's noble and domineering face, which was taut and more chiseled.

(End of this chapter)