Sang Liwan looked at the eye contact between the people on the field, and couldn't help but curl his lips and lower his head to hide the sarcasm in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the emperor is still in good health. Even at this age, he can still make his concubines pregnant. No wonder the queen looks so unhappy.

I guess Jun Mochen’s recent actions must have disappointed the emperor.

He looked down on Jun Moyi and was now extremely disappointed with Jun Mochen, so he planned to train a new successor while he was still not too old.

It seems that the emperor really loves the baby that Concubine Yu is carrying.

As Sang Liwan was thinking this, he suddenly felt a burning gaze staring at him from a distance.

But when she turned around, she didn't see anyone looking at her.

Sang Liwan narrowed her eyes, and finally, her gaze stopped on Jun Moyi, who had his head down and looked very busy, but no one knew what he was busy with.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and a small vortex appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Qingshui, who was standing behind her, took the opportunity to say, "Princess, the prince was peeking at you just now."

Even though he had already guessed it in his mind, after hearing Qingshui's words, Sang Liwan still had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

She decided to give this man some time off.

Since he wants to play, let him play to his heart's content.

Thinking of this, she almost instantly retracted her gaze and looked at the white porcelain teacup in her hand, as if it was some extremely exquisite toy.

On Jun Moyi's side, Yan Hui saw Sang Liwan retract his gaze and hurriedly reminded Jun Moyi.

"My Lord, the princess is no longer looking at you."

Jun Moyi paused, and said angrily, "I know, I don't need you to be so talkative."

The "talkative" Yan Hui curled his lips when he heard this, stood obediently at the back, and decided not to worry about his masters' affairs anymore.

However, just as he stood up, Jun Moyi remembered something.

"Have you arranged everything that needs to be arranged?"

Yan Hui said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. We have placed our people everywhere. None of those who want to plot against the princess will be able to escape."

"That's good." Jun Moyi nodded.

He paused, his voice becoming deeper, "If you hurt the princess, you know the consequences."

Yan Hui's heart trembled, and he lowered his head, "I understand."

Jun Moyi nodded, but he was not too worried. After all, he had planned for today for a long time, and he was well aware of Yan Hui's abilities.

He knew that nothing would go wrong, but since it concerned Sang Liwan, he couldn't help but give a few more instructions.

Gu Huaizhi, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help but shook his head when he saw Sang Liwan and Jun Moyi sitting separately on such an occasion today.

I thought to myself that these two people were really putting on a whole show.

What did Sang Liwan say?

Originally, when the imperial edict arrived at the general's residence, Sang Liwan said that he was still in mourning and was not suitable to attend such a festive occasion. However, Chen Yan's words were both defensive and counter-intuitive, making it seem as if Sang Liwan really had some feelings for Jun Mochen if he didn't come.

At this time, if Sang Liwan still doesn't show up, it means he is guilty.

But even if she came, she still made an excuse that she was in mourning, so as not to disturb the newlyweds, so she was just given a seat in a corner.

Chen Yan's purpose was to get her to come, so it didn't matter where she sat, so she didn't say anything more.

The emperor had already been annoyed with Sang Liwan in his heart. She could sit wherever she wanted as long as it didn't get in his way.

Even though he was a little annoyed at seeing Sang Liwan, this anger was washed away when he heard that Yu Shu was pregnant.

In his heart, Sang Liwan could never be compared with the royal bloodline.

So at this moment, he had already forgotten about Sang Liwan.

It wasn't just Sang Liwan, he even forgot about his son Jun Mochen.

Listening to the music and congratulations coming from outside, Chen Yan looked at the beautiful woman in the bronze mirror and suddenly felt that the person in the mirror was very unfamiliar.

She subconsciously stroked her cheek with her hand and felt a little dazed for a moment.

Who would have thought that she, a princess of a country, would one day commit herself to her enemy for revenge.

Chen Yan gritted her teeth, trying hard to control the hatred in her heart from showing in her eyes.

She had no choice but to keep comforting herself that everything she did was for revenge, and after tonight, her biggest enemies, the Sang family, would no longer be a threat to her.

Thinking of this, Chen Yan's fluctuating emotions gradually calmed down.

The bridesmaid standing behind her saw her and thought she was nervous, so she smiled and said a few words of comfort: "Second Prince Consort, don't be nervous. We are here to take care of everything. Just rest assured, Princess."

Hearing that the bridesmaid had misunderstood her thoughts, Chen Yan had no intention of explaining. She just nodded and passed the topic over.

Just as the matchmaker put the beads around Shen Yan's neck, there was a shout from outside saying that the second prince had arrived.

"Oh, hurry up, bring the veil over here! The groom can't wait any longer."

Soon a little maid came over with a red veil.

However, just when a few people were about to put the veil on Shen Yan's head, she pulled them back.

The bridesmaid was stunned. "What's wrong?"

Chen Yan frowned and said, "Is it necessary to wear this veil?"

The bridesmaid was dumbfounded. She had been in this line of work for so many years and had never heard a bride ask such a question.

She opened her mouth blankly, "But this is the rule."

"It won't matter if I don't wear it, right?"

She didn't want to wear a red veil. If she did, how would she be able to see her enemy?

Just when the bridesmaid was standing there in a daze, not knowing what to do, Jun Mochen came in with his men.

Seeing Chen Yan, whose face was as beautiful as a peach blossom and whose eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a painting, Jun Mochen was stunned for a moment.

The truth was that Chen Yan rarely put on makeup like this on a normal day, and he was already used to her previous elegant appearance. When he suddenly saw her in such a beautiful look, he even didn't recognize her for a moment.

Jun Mochen called out tentatively, "Yan Yan?"

The bridesmaid beside her immediately covered her handkerchief with her handkerchief and laughed, "Look, our Second Prince is stunned."

Many people began to laugh, and even Chen Yan had a faint smile on his face.

But her smile is always a little different from others.

But when this smile fell into Jun Mochen's eyes, there was always some indescribable meaning.

I always feel that this originally reluctant marriage has changed a little at this moment.

Jun Mochen lowered his voice: "What's wrong?"

Chen Yan pursed her lips as she looked at him, then glanced at the veil in Xi Niang's hand, "I don't want to wear this, okay?"