Shang Chuyue wore a semi-transparent red veil, so although she couldn't see the outside scenery very clearly, she could still make out the general outline.

She vaguely saw that the second prince of Burma was tall and slender with handsome features, and his appearance was no less than that of the young masters in the capital. She thought to herself: My elder sister really loves me.

Ji Fengyao's impression of the second prince of Myanmar was also acceptable. Although he had been ridiculed and mocked for so long, and his face was now as black as the bottom of a pot, his actions in taking Shang Chuyue to the side of the carriage were not rude, but even gentle.

This shows that the second prince has a very good character and upbringing.

As long as Shang Chuyue manages the household well after marriage, her future shouldn't be too bad.

Shang Chuyue stopped beside the chariot.

She turned around and grabbed Shang Yuexi's hand, reluctant to let go.

Shang Yuexi knew what she was thinking. She had married far away and might never return to the capital. She was reluctant to leave the place where she grew up and was filled with fear about the future. But now that things had come to this, she could no longer say anything.

"Please, Your Highness, treat Yue'er well," Shang Yuexi said, setting aside her status as the eldest princess and bowing to the second prince of Myanmar.

The second prince of Myanmar felt a chill run down his spine and quickly returned the greeting: "Your Highness, you flatter me. Yunyan will treat the sixth princess with utmost respect and will not allow her to suffer any injustice."

Ji Fengyao raised her eyebrows slightly upon hearing this: "Hmm, this second prince is indeed not a fool. He spoke quite eloquently."

Treat each other with respect, and never let anyone suffer injustice;

It means that I can be polite to her and not make her feel wronged; but if she wants something else or seeks to feel wronged herself, then I'm sorry, it has nothing to do with me.

Ji Fengyao strode forward with a swagger, raised her hand and patted the Second Prince on the shoulder in a swagger: "Little brother, do you know who I am?"

Shang Xiye: "..."

Sigh, my little wife is being naughty again.

Shang Yaoxi: "..."

The second prince of Myanmar felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, and he involuntarily trembled: "Uh...you, you are the Ninth Princess."

The Ninth Prince, the God of War of the Great Zhao Kingdom, married a notorious bandit as his principal wife. Moreover, he allowed this bandit to plunder and commit atrocities in the capital. All the civil and military officials of the Great Zhao Kingdom suffered as a result, but dared not speak out against it. Now, everyone in the world knows about this.

Ji Fengyao put one small hand on her hip and pointed at Shang Chuyue with the other, saying, "The Sixth Princess is my mortal enemy. Only I in this world can bully her. If you dare to treat her badly, don't blame me for taking the entire Bald Vulture Stronghold to your Myanmar as guests!"

Myanmar's second prince: "..."

Is there really such a fiercely protective enemy in the world?

Bring me a bundle!

Shang Chuyue never expected that none of the emperors and empresses she used to be close to, or the empress dowager she respected, would come to her wedding; instead, it was her neglected elder sister, the Ninth Princess Consort, who had always targeted and even framed her, who came to support her.

She finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears, hugging Shang Yuexi and Ji Fengyao.

When the marriage procession was about to depart.

Without making a sound, Shang Xiye gave the second prince of Myanmar a brocade pouch.

After the second prince of Myanmar boarded the wedding carriage, he opened the pouch and found three tokens bearing the emblem of the Nine Princes' Palace, along with a small note.

The handwriting on the note was bold and vigorous: what you see may not be true, and what you hear may not be real; the future may rise and fall, but it all depends on your own thoughts.