Raiders of His Royal Highness

Are you dissatisfied with the prince? Qin Zhirong was fascinated by the scene when he was with His Royal Highness the Prince. The first time she met was when she was assassinated and was the most embarrassed. At that time, she thought she was going to die so suffocatingly, but she didn't expect to be rescued by His Royal Highness, the prince who didn't know much.

His Highness didn't even despise her being covered in dirt and treated her wounds. She still remembers the sudden throbbing in her heart when His Highness gently and seriously bandaged her wound and rubbed her arm with his warm palm.

It's like the spring breeze blows, and the flowers are in full bloom.

After getting along with her, she became more and more accustomed to the tenderness that His Highness showed from time to time, and gradually looked forward to seeing her all the time.

If these can be called dissatisfaction with the prince, she thought, then there is nothing satisfactory in this world.

However, how could she have informed Fang Shi of these affections.

In the past, Fang Shi treated her and Qin Yufei like a bowl of water. She never deducted her food and clothing expenses, and would try her best to ask her husband to teach herself. She thought that although she was a stepmother, she was also a lenient stepmother, and she could even feel some warmth belonging to her mother in Fang Shi sometimes.

However, now she finally understood. Fang's heart never regarded her as her own daughter from beginning to end. The warmth that she gave her mother in the past was probably just a habit.

But at this moment, what if she understood. But for the Qin family, she added a little disappointment.

Qin Zhirong smiled away, Fang Shi said, "Just like what my wife just said, it doesn't matter what I think about the prince. The important thing is that tomorrow is the wedding day for me and the prince."

In the flickering candlelight, Qin Zhirong smiled lightly, as if a veil appeared on his face.

Mrs. Fang understood Qin Zhirong's helplessness, but because her Fei'er didn't enter the royal family that eats people and doesn't spit out bones, she just turned her head and said in a low voice, "Just understand it yourself. I'll go back first, you go to bed earlier. Well, I have to get up before dawn tomorrow."

Yu Ling in the dark corner outside the house tightly squeezed the plum blossom hairpin in his hand, and suddenly laughed lightly. She was thinking about telling Qin Zhirong her full of joy, but she never thought about what Qin Zhirong was thinking.

Fortunately, the hairpin was not sent out, otherwise she would be in a difficult situation.

Yu Ling looked at the dim moonlight, turned around and disappeared into another darkness.

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Before dawn the next day, the entire palace was already lively.

In the East Palace, festive red silks are hung everywhere, and red lanterns are also hung on the eaves.

However, there was not much joy on the faces of the palace servants. It's just because today is the prince's big day, but the prince's body is ill, and he is afraid that he will not be able to pay homage to the church, and may even go there at the wedding banquet.

Therefore, the people in the palace were trembling with fear, for fear that the crown prince would accidentally twist his braid.

Yu Ling, who was worried by many palace servants, was in the bedroom at the moment, put on the bright red wedding dress, sat in front of the bronze mirror, and had her hair tied by the little palace maid.

After finishing her hair, the little palace maid looked at the handsome and gentle prince in the bronze mirror, blushed, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's alright."

The voice of Huaining came from outside the house, and Yu Ling signaled that the little palace maid could retire.

As soon as Huaining came in, he saw Yu Ling, who had high black hair and a gentle and elegant look, and said, "Your Highness is really good-looking today! Wearing bright red, the whole person's complexion is much better!"

Yu Ling squinted and said with a half-smile, "What? This palace was not good-looking in the past?"

"No, no! His Highness is always the best looking, especially today!"

Huaining's hilarious smile was a bit awkward, but Yu Ling didn't have the heart to joke with him, and asked about the business: "Is the arrangement in place?"

"Everything is in order." When it comes to business affairs, Huaining stopped making jokes and replied seriously.

Although Yu Ling knew about Qin Zhirong's thoughts last night, she still arranged for the church visit.

As soon as she came out in person, she could let others know that she attached great importance to Qin Zhirong, and then she would not dare to despise her on the bright side. Second, she didn't want to use a **** to worship her in the church, she wanted to worship Qin Zhirong in a serious manner in front of everyone.

Although she delighted Qin Zhirong with the body and mind of a woman, if they could pay their respects in a serious manner, then they could be considered a husband and wife in a certain sense.

It was getting late, when Yu Ling appeared in Fengming Hall in a wheelchair, everyone who was waiting looked over in surprise.

It's not that they were shocked, but it was rumored that the prince was sick in bed and was in urgent need of congratulations. Everyone thought that the prince should not appear when he worshipped the heavens and the earth.

Therefore, at this moment, everyone looked at Yu Ling, who was dressed in red, sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed and appearing in the Fengming Hall.

Some conservative veterans rushed forward, frowned tightly, and asked, "Your Highness is not well, how can you come out?"

Yu Ling coughed twice and said with a light smile: "It's okay. Today is the big day for Ben Gong. When Ben Gong is happy, he feels better."

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