When she was leaving, no one from the Duke of Ying's mansion came out to see her off, except for Lan Shuang's maid, Bi Qing, who sobbed and helped her walk out.
There were quite a few people gathered at the gate, all of them there to watch the fun.
One is a notorious disabled prince, and the other is a rude daughter who has just been found. These two are the topic of conversation among the people of Kyoto after dinner. The emperor issued an imperial decree to tie the two together, and it is not known who he is humiliating.
And today there is something special...
Biqing was dumbfounded when she helped Lanshuang down the stairs. She looked at the pitch-black sedan in front of her and couldn't control herself, crying even louder.
"You...you are going too far! How can you marry a wife in a black sedan? Wuwuwu - Miss, my poor lady!"
No one knew what the King of Ming was thinking, but he specially used a pure black sedan chair. The sedan chair was so spacious that from a distance it looked more like a coffin than a sedan chair.
The black-clad guards beside the sedan all had gloomy expressions: "How dare a mere maid speak such outrageous words?"
Biqing stiffened her neck and wanted to say something, but Lan Shuang reached out and held her back: "Biqing, be careful with your words."
Biqing looked at her unwillingly, and a big bubble of tears brewed. Lan Shuang released her hand and walked towards the sedan chair: "Biqing's words and actions are rude and have offended His Majesty. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."
She paused, her eyes swept across the curtain of the sedan chair, and said with a smile: "I think this sedan chair is very extraordinary."
The masked man sitting in the wheelchair in the sedan suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this, and a ripple appeared in his eyes as deep as an ancient pond.
Why is this person's personality different from what the secret guards investigated?
Before he could think about it, a white and slender hand pulled aside the curtain of the sedan chair, letting the sunlight outside pour in.
"Your Highness, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Lan Shuang put down her fan and smiled at him. Her phoenix crown shone brightly, making her lips red and teeth white, and her charming and affectionate appearance stand out.
Ming Wang exchanged glances with her, then calmly rubbed the purple jade ring on his thumb. "Nice to meet you."
"Can I come in?" Lan Shuang asked politely.
Ming Wang was stunned for a moment, then nodded reservedly: "Okay."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Shuang stepped in with a foot wearing red embroidered shoes. However, before she even touched the ground, she heard someone outside shouting, "Wait a minute, sister!"
You don't need to look to know that this pretentious voice comes from her delicate "good sister".
Lan Shuang's face fell and she couldn't help but roll her eyes in front of King Ming.
Prince Ming: "..."
He stared at Lan Shuang, and then learned what it meant to change one's face.
Lan Yuning's footsteps gradually approached. Lan Shuang retracted her other foot, but did not put down her hand. She turned around and put on a smile: "Sister, is there anything else?"
Lan Yuning immediately found a good angle, ensuring she could see inside and be seen by the people inside. Then, reluctantly holding Lan Shuang's other hand, she said softly, "Sister, take good care of yourself when you go to the palace. Even if you had many misunderstandings and dissatisfactions with the prince before, now..."
As she spoke, she glanced into the sedan chair. Lan Shuang immediately loosened her grip and the curtain fell, blocking the view.
Lan Yu Ning: "..."
She was just about to send him a loving glance.
Prince Ming: "..."
Doesn't she want others to see her?
Why?
Lan Shuang smiled and opened Lan Yuning's hand, half covering her face with the Hehuan fan, and said lightly: "Sister, you are joking. That is all in the past. Now that I am married to the prince, I am his wife. Naturally, everything is based on the prince's priority. These are not things that a girl like you should worry about. Go back."
Lan Yuning still refused to give up: "Sister, you must come back more often in the future. Although you upset our father and mother today, we are still a family after all—"
Lan Shuang's patience ran out. She turned to the most prominent of the guards and asked, "Brother, is it the auspicious time? Time to blow the trumpets and drum the drums. Let's go."
Yu Xiao, the commander of the imperial guards, was stunned for a moment. He looked up at the sky and waved his hand: "Move the sedan."
Lan Shuang immediately smiled happily, opened the curtain of the sedan chair and got in, sitting on the side very tactfully, not getting close to Ming Wang.
The sedan chair was lifted up, and a line of black-clad guards strode forward silently. The musicians following behind looked at each other, and then they marched in a line, playing gongs and drums.
The people at the back even set off firecrackers.
It should be said that this looks more like a funeral.
Lan Yuning was completely ignored and stood there awkwardly, at a loss as to what to do.
…
In fact, she was not the only one who felt embarrassed. Lan Shuang in the sedan chair was also quite embarrassed, but she didn't say it.
Only those who have tried sharing a small sedan chair with a strange man, without saying a word, know how it feels.
She knew without looking that Ming Wang was looking at her. The oppressive feeling in his gaze was so strong that she had nowhere to hide.
"I thought you wouldn't be willing to let them play music." After an unknown amount of time, Ming Wang finally spoke, and his voice was surprisingly pleasant.
Like a clear spring flowing over rocks, or like jade merging into water, it is clear with a hint of coldness.
Lan Shuang is a voice control person, and her favorability towards Ming Wang increased sharply after listening to it.
"Why not? Now that you've escaped from this sea of suffering, shouldn't you celebrate?"
Lan Shuang glanced at him with a smile and fanned him with the Hehuan fan.
It was September 8th, and she was wearing layers of clothes and was very hot.
"Oh?" Ming Wang became interested. He rested his hands on the wheelchair armrests and looked at her leisurely. "So you think marrying me is a good idea?"
"Yes, that's right." Lan Shuang nodded.
"But I heard that you ran away from your marriage and eloped with a guy named Liu Lang."
Ming Wang's tone remained unchanged, still cold and clear, but it made Lan Shuang's heart alarm bells ring.
She paused, tightening her grip on the Hehuan fan slightly, her eyes narrowing slightly. "How could the prince be so well-informed? Isn't it said that the prince is just a playboy who only cares about eating, drinking and having fun?"
There seemed to be a smile in the corner of Ming Wang's eyes, but his face was clearly expressionless. "Then why do you think I revealed the secret to you?"
Lan Shuang silently moved towards the sedan door, but unexpectedly this stimulated Ming Wang. He was like a wolf seeing its prey escape. He suddenly seized the opportunity and attacked suddenly. He grabbed Lan Shuang's wrist with one hand and pulled her into his arms, and with the other hand he quickly and accurately strangled her neck.
Lan Shuang was having trouble breathing. She threw away her fan and pressed down Ming Wang's finger. "We can talk it out. It's not good to... cough cough cough... strangle your wife on your first day of marriage, right?"
Ming Wang laughed softly, and the heat from his breath tickled the side of Lan Shuang's neck, which instantly became stained with a layer of crimson.
"I don't like to keep dangerous people or things around. Who knows if they might come back to bite me one day?"
As he spoke, he put more strength in his hands.
Lan Shuang: "...You really have principles."
Ming Wang sneered, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
888 quickly jumped out: "Sensing that the host's life is threatened, immediately activate the counterattack mechanism - great force can create miracles!"
Lan Shuang: “…”
What the hell?
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