Many people, having heard the news of the princess's wedding, flocked to the palace early in the morning to watch the spectacle. When Ye Qingqing and her group arrived, the palace was packed with people, and there wasn't even a place to stand.
Fortunately, Lu Mo was there. He took the lead and squeezed to the front without much effort, while Ye Qingqing and the others followed easily behind.
The cannons had already fired, and the honor guard had come out. The king took this wedding quite seriously. Although it was arranged hastily, the scene was quite grand. The queen and king also came out, and the people were very excited. In T country, the royal family has a very high status, just like in ancient China. The people always have an innate sense of worship and reverence for the monarch.
Then, the bride appeared. Julie, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, slowly emerged from the carriage. Edward struggled to rush forward, but with Lu Mo there, he couldn't move an inch and could only watch helplessly as his beloved slowly walked towards another man.
The groom was also there, dressed in a suit and tie. Although he was a bit older, he was still quite handsome and had a commanding presence, but he looked rather gloomy, especially his eyes.
When the groom saw the beautiful Julie, his eyes lit up immediately. Julie's reputation was much greater than Basha's. Moreover, the royal family had kept the news that Julie was a jinx very secret, and the groom had no idea. The royal family told him that Basha was seriously ill, so they replaced her with Julie. The groom thought he had gotten a great deal.
But this did not deter the groom's perverted thoughts; on the contrary, he became even more excited. Such a beautiful and noble princess—he had to devise the most perfect plan to be worthy of Julie's noble and auspicious status.
Julie sensed the man's chilling aura from afar, which fueled her despair. From that moment on, she jumped into the abyss, knowing no one would come to her rescue and she was certain to die.
Watching Julie get into the groom's wedding car, Edward was filled with despair. He glared at Princess Rosé with resentment, thinking she was even more hateful than the Queen Mother of the West for breaking him and Julie up.
Princess Luo appeared cold on the surface, but she was actually quite upset inside. However, she did not regret it.
Even if her son hates her for the rest of his life, she will still break them up. She can't let Julie ruin her son. This kind of bitch needs a perverted man to teach her a lesson.
The cannons fired again, and dazzling fireworks burst in the sky, but because it was daytime, they didn't look particularly spectacular. The people, however, were very happy, shouting and clasping their hands together to bless Princess Julie.
Ye Qingqing and the others stopped watching. Julie had already married into the Li family, and it was a done deal. She had no chance to turn things around. Either she would be killed by the pervert, or she would perish together with him. After all, Julie was no pushover either, and she might even be more cunning than that man!
After returning, Ye Qingqing released Edward's speech-impairing pressure point, but did not untie him.
Princess Luo put the video disc that Ye Qingqing had prepared into the computer and said coldly to him, "Take a good look at what kind of despicable things your kind Julie has done. Look carefully, this is the hotel's surveillance video, not something I faked."
Edward paused, looking puzzled, and involuntarily glanced at the computer screen.
The picture above shows a dance party he was familiar with, the one he had attended recently. It was at that dance party that Julie was drugged by Ye Qingqing, and afterwards she felt unwell and returned to Thailand early. He had originally planned to go skiing in Switzerland with Julie!
Thinking of this, Edward couldn't help but glare at Ye Qingqing. It was all because of this vicious woman that he helped his mother commit evil deeds and prevented him and Julie from being together.
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