Out of the corner of his eye, the Crown Prince noticed the obvious tension on the face of Wu Yong, the deputy general who had appeared beside General Wu Liang, and a hint of amusement appeared in his narrow eyes.
"Oh, I see. Increase the number of people protecting the marriage procession; nothing can go wrong."
However, the Emperor entrusted him with the task of escorting the marriage procession because he trusted his performance. If the procession made a mistake under his supervision, not only would Xie Ping be in trouble, but his cunning brothers would also give him a beating on the way back.
"Yes, Your Highness," the subordinate replied respectfully.
After his subordinates left, the Crown Prince looked at Xie Ping, the hostage in red robes, beaming with joy at his new marriage, and said, "I haven't yet congratulated His Highness Xie Ping on the acquisition of his virtuous wife."
Xie Ping looked at the Crown Prince opposite him and said in a cool but firm tone, "Your Highness, it's not too late to speak now."
The crown prince choked, and his lips twitched.
Oh, I forgot, this Xie Ping hostage is a madman, he has none of the refined qualities of a prince.
"Hehe, but the people praise Miss Lin so highly, it seems Miss Lin is truly a beauty. I wonder if our General Wu Yong has met her?" The Crown Prince smiled and turned to another woman.
Wu Yong's expression stiffened slightly. He looked coldly at the Crown Prince's eyes, which held a hint of disdain for Qingyin, and his eyes were filled with anger.
His hands, clenched tightly in his sleeves, veins bulging, how dare he? Qingqing was so beautiful, yet the Crown Prince spoke of her like that to Xie Ping, as if she were a plaything.
Wu Yong's face turned pale, and Wu Liang secretly held his younger brother's hand, warning him not to cause trouble.
Looking at the Crown Prince who was about to cause trouble, Wu Liang smiled and said, "Imperial Consort Lin is so elegant that my younger sister has admired her. She was so shy that she asked me to ask for an audience on her behalf. Imperial Consort Lin and Prince Xie Ping are indeed elegant and handsome, a perfect match."
"Is that so?" The Crown Prince suppressed his laughter. Wu Liang really had a silver tongue. He looked at Xie Ping's warning gaze.
I was somewhat dissatisfied, but I held back.
However, my curiosity about Qingyin is growing stronger.
I'm really curious, what kind of woman could have caught the eye of Xie Ping, the hostage, and even Wu Yong has taken a liking to her?
Under the joint escort of soldiers from both sides, the marriage procession finally arrived at the city gate of the capital.
The crown prince, riding his horse, stood in front of the procession and smiled slightly at Xie Ping, who was also riding a horse in front of him.
"This is also a final farewell to Xie Ping and Consort Lin. We haven't yet asked Consort Lin to convey the Emperor's blessings to her. We ask Your Highness Xie Ping to make an exception," he said loudly.
Seeing the Crown Prince determined to see Qingyin, Xie Ping's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
However, the Crown Prince stood firm under that gaze, and the atmosphere immediately became tense.
Mu Bai and Jiang Qing, who were standing nearby, were watching quietly, fearing that their Fifth Prince might fight with the Prince of Dongwei at the end. Just then, the curtain of the carriage in front was lifted.
"Then Your Highness, please speak."
A gentle, melodious female voice broke the tense atmosphere.
The group instinctively looked over at the sound, their eyes widening in shock.
The woman inside the carriage wore a bright red wedding dress from Dongwei, her hair adorned with red pearl flowers and jeweled hairpins, with a peach blossom hairpin embroidered on her forehead. She looked like a peach blossom fairy who had stepped out of a painting, not a peach blossom goddess on her wedding day. No other girl could be so beautiful as her with the red hairpins and flowers. Her clear, misty eyes, sparkling with starlight, gazed at everyone quietly, her beauty serene and flawless.
If there truly are goddesses in this world, then this young woman before me must be one of them.
How could anyone hate a face that is so beautiful?
Jiang Qing pinched his good friend and boss Mu Bai's arm hard, his usually fluent mouth stammering, "Mu... Mu Mu Mu Bai, is that the imperial concubine that our prince married? He married a fairy!"
The moment his friend pinched him, General Mu Bai almost cried out in pain, but he managed to hold it in and, unusually, didn't argue with his friend.
No wonder her younger brother fell for her.
Wu Liang looked at the bride in the distance, who was so captivating that he couldn't look away even while she was sitting there. His heart trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her face any longer.
The Crown Prince, however, lacked such self-awareness. "Miss Lin, do you not want to marry Xie Ping? I can..."
"Your Highness, please show some self-respect!" Xie Pingfeng's eyes were filled with coldness as she stared intently at the Crown Prince before her.
The crown prince took a few breaths, glanced at the stunning beauty in the distance, and forced a smile, suppressing the greed in his eyes and his jealousy of Xie Ping.
"Hehe, I was just out of my mind."
"Since His Highness the Crown Prince has nothing more to say, then I will take my imperial consort with me." Xie Ping walked to Qingyin's carriage and lowered the window curtain for her, speaking slowly and deliberately, emphasizing his imperial consort.
The group of people, stunned by the sight, lowered their heads guiltily and remained silent.
After that incident, things went much more smoothly from then on. Apart from the Crown Prince and a group of people staying behind, Wu Liang led a group of people to escort the marriage procession away.
On the city wall, the Crown Prince watched the procession gradually disappear from sight in the distance. The ambition in his eyes made his subordinates, who had seen the Imperial Concubine Lin, tremble and lower their heads.
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