Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Ah Chun opened the curtain and took a look outside.

"Princess, it's time for you to get out of the sedan chair."

After all, Princess Anle is still a princess of a country, and she is also a famous beauty.

Although Long Yuanguo got married to celebrate the old emperor's happiness, the due etiquette was still there.

So, when she was being helped out of the sedan chair, she touched someone's hand.

Wearing a red hijab, she paused.

The view ahead was blocked, but she could still look down.

He saw the purple robe, black-patterned cloud sleeves, and the jade ring on his slender hand.

A chill all over.

She blinked and saw the jade plaque tied around his waist.

Pei Jie

She immediately held his hand and lifted the red hijab.

She looked into a pair of dark and frightening phoenix eyes.

The charming and handsome face, the cold eyebrows, and the aura as cold as a ghost.

Standing there, looking down at her.

It was bitingly cold.

The princess with lighter red makeup grabbed his hand, looked at him, and shook her head.

"I don't want to marry."

"Pei Jie, I don't want to marry him."

There was dead silence.

Ah Chun stood behind, his eyes almost bulging out of his head.

Who doesn't know that the regent hates women to the extreme.

The person who accidentally touched him last time was skinned by him on the spot and thrown into a frying pan.

Now--

Achun was so frightened that he immediately stepped forward and pulled Princess Anle away.

"Princess, please stop making trouble!"

She hurriedly put the red hijab on her head again.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness the Princess is ignorant. Please, sir, don't argue with the little princess."

She knelt in front of Pei Jie and begged for mercy.

The cold and handsome regent's eyes fell on the little princess covered with a red hijab.

The aura on his body was cold, and his eyes were as dark as a ghost.

Like someone coming out of the dead.

The little princess who was covered with a red hijab raised the eye-catching cloth again, revealing her stunningly beautiful face.

Her red lips are soft and her eyes are moist.

She came over again, took his hand, held him tightly, and shook her head with her fair face.

"Pei Jie, can I not get married?"

"I don't want to marry that old emperor."

His terrifyingly dark phoenix eyes looked at her coldly and indifferently, as if he were looking at a stranger.

The fingers were also extremely cold, without a trace of warmth.

The poor little beauty looked up at him, her eyes slightly teary and the tip of her nose slightly red.

Looks so pathetic.

It's a pity that the cold-hearted regent has never been interested in beauties.

Withdrawing her hand, Yin Hong's lips lightly opened and she said calmly: "Come here, take the Queen back to the palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"." The poor little beauty, with slightly red eyes, was forcibly sent to Zhaoyang Palace.

The door clicked shut.

The guards outside the door were guarding coldly with knives.

Inside the door, the little beauty stood there, eyes red, motionless.

Soon, she withdrew her expression.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

Achun knew she was sad, so he held her arm and comforted her.

"Princess, now that it's over, just accept it."

"The ceremony has been completed, the name has been sealed, and you are now a distinguished queen. What's wrong with this?"

Achun looked outside, lowered his voice and continued: "Actually, princess, you can rest assured, the servants have already inquired about it. The old emperor was injured and is dead a long time ago."

"Tonight's wedding night, even if he wants to come, he can't come."

"So the princess can live here with peace of mind and just treat this place as her own home."