Xiao Cheng sat in the main seat, watching Pei Yun and Xiao Zhiruo bow to him, stroking his beard and smiling with satisfaction. However, the princess beside him had a dull expression, with a hint of gloom in her eyes.

In her heart, Pei Yun, a captain born into a bandit family, was not worthy of Xiao Zhiruo. Although she was not Xiao Zhiruo's biological mother, she was the one who raised Xiao Zhiruo.

Originally, I wanted to find a suitable match for Xiao Zhiruo, but I didn't expect that Xiao Zhiruo would choose Pei Yun after much selection.

What was even more infuriating was that the prince actually agreed. She had no choice but to look at Pei Yun with disdain.

"Husband and wife bow to each other!"

Pei Yun and Xiao Zhiruo stood opposite each other and saluted solemnly.

"The ceremony is over, send her to the bridal chamber!"

…

In the bridal chamber, red candles shone brightly. Pei Yun lifted the veil with a golden scale rod, and finally saw Xiao Zhiruo, who was dressed beautifully today.

Xiao Zhiruo's cheeks were flushed, her almond eyes were watery, and her red lips were pursed, which made him hold his breath.

beautiful!

So beautiful!

"Husband..." Xiao Zhiruo looked at Pei Yun with deep affection. She had been fed up with the pain of missing him during this period. She would read the poem Pei Yun gave her every day to ease her longing.

Now that she has finally married Pei Yun, she feels relieved and can finally be with Pei Yun forever.

Pei Yun helped her take off the phoenix crown on her head and said with a smile: "You must be tired from wearing such a heavy crown."

Xiao Zhiruo shook her head, then picked up the wine glass and handed it to Pei Yun. The two drank the wedding wine, and a blush crept up Xiao Zhiruo's cheeks.

Pei Yun suddenly felt itchy, this beauty was so tempting.

He put down the wine glass and picked up Xiao Zhiruo horizontally. Xiao Zhiruo screamed and subconsciously hugged Pei Yun's neck.

"Are you ready?" Pei Yun leaned close to Xiao Zhiruo's ear and whispered. His warm breath caused the person in his arms to tremble slightly.

"Hmm~"

Xiao Zhiruo's voice was as soft as a mosquito's. Thinking of what was about to happen, she was too embarrassed to raise her head.

Pei Yun carried Xiao Zhiruo to the bed and lowered the curtains. The red candles flickered, reflecting the entangled figures on the bed curtains.

Suddenly, a voice was heard, low and melodious, touching the heart.

On a big tree outside the yard, Leng Qingqiu was lying on the treetop with a sword in his arms, listening to the faint sounds and looking at the bright moon in the night sky with an expressionless face.

The night wind blew by, blowing up her hair and also blowing away her sighs.