Chapter 1214 If you are pleased with me, then breathe 68
The Emperor continued, feigning grief: "What misunderstanding could there be? Not only does she not love me, but she also harmed my unborn child."
The emperor was always stubborn and never listened to the truth he spoke of.
"Fortunately, my dear minister reminded me to entrust the Phoenix Seal to Consort Xu for safekeeping. This is my punishment for her!"
Xuanhe was truly annoyed, and barely managed to suppress his impatience as he said, "Isn't this exactly what His Majesty wanted to see?"
The emperor looked completely bewildered: "What?"
Xuanhe: "Isn't the Emperor's constant favoritism towards other women in front of the Empress a test of her feelings?"
"Now that the Empress has taken action, doesn't that mean she cares about the Emperor?"
When new women are introduced into the harem, the harem is divided into several factions, and Consort Liu is just one of them, only to seize the Empress's power.
The Emperor: "But...but this..."
However, Xuanhe could not stand his cowardice and said with a smile, as if a demon were whispering, "The current situation is all caused by the Emperor."
The Emperor was struck dumb, sitting in his chair for a long time, unable to recover, and did not even notice when Xuanhe had left.
Four days before the wedding, Xuanhe personally came to the Prime Minister's residence and delivered a roast goose.
Three days before the wedding, Xuanhe sat in his study, his back hunched, holding a bright red wedding dress in one hand and threading a needle in the other.
The size of the wedding dress was obtained from the Imperial Wardrobe when they first met at the palace.
After the girl left the palace, she was no longer restricted in her diet, and she gained some weight, so her original size became a bit smaller.
The handsome man smiled, his long, slender fingers holding an embroidery needle, his expression earnest and devout.
Two hours later, the task was finally completed. He hurriedly sent someone to deliver it, and at the same time, he added an extra pair of insoles.
This is something I just remembered. On the wedding day, there was a distance from the door to the bridal chamber, and the wedding dress and phoenix crown were already heavy on my body.
Shoes should naturally be as comfortable as possible.
With two days until the wedding, the newlyweds cannot meet.
Xuanhe was uneasy and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. He got up at night, summoned his subordinates, and ordered them to report on their duties on the wedding day.
Yun Yi: "Your subordinates will lead the team to control any emergencies along the street."
Yun Er: "The local thugs and ruffians in the capital have been imprisoned, and a banquet has been set up where beggars gather."
Yun San: "We have increased manpower outside the city to ensure that not even a fly can get in that day."
Yun Wu and Yun Liu: "After the lady gets out of the sedan chair, one of us will be responsible for scattering gold leaves and copper coins at her feet, and the other will be responsible for laying colorful felt rugs in front and behind her."
Yun Qi: "Your subordinates are responsible for patrolling the ground and the air."
Xuanhe listened quietly, and his anxiety was relieved somewhat. He said with satisfaction, "Go down and rest well for the next two days."
The last day until the wedding.
Xuanhe couldn't sit still at all, circling the Xuan Mansion again and again.
He couldn't feel at ease until the man was welcomed into his residence.
He began writing letters, and after finishing one, he would have it delivered to him.
Song Jinhuan stayed in her boudoir, accompanied by Lin Wenyao and Lin Yaning.
The house was filled with a festive atmosphere, with auspicious symbols visible everywhere.
A maidservant rushed in, holding a letter. "Second Miss, Elder Xuan has sent another letter."
Lin Wenyao and Lin Yaning quickly went over to them.
As soon as Song Jinhuan got his hands on it, Lin Yaning smiled and urged, "Quickly, take a look at what he wrote!"
The last letter was just confirming whether tomorrow was the wedding day, and I had just replied when another one came less than fifteen minutes later.
Song Jinhuan opened it with a smile.
Miss Lin's profile:
Tomorrow is my wedding day, and I will be there on time.
Don't be as stressed as I am, unable to eat or sleep.
—Black Crane.
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