Chapter 765 The shattered dream of a royal concubine!
Gu Yanchen recalled the first time he met Ran Qingxuan. She was in a disheveled state and her face was pale, but her eyes were unusually bright.
Thinking of the second half of her unfinished words, I felt distressed and reached out to tidy up her hair.
"In the future, I will have you and your children!"
Ran Qingxuan took a deep breath, put away the imperial edict, and went downstairs with Gu Yanchen.
...
"Stop the sedan—"
With a shout, the sedan fell heavily to the ground.
There was dead silence outside the sedan. Through the gauze curtain of the sedan window, she vaguely saw that there were only two guards standing in front of Prince Jing's mansion, and there was not even a maid to welcome the bride.
The big red lanterns swayed in the night wind, casting eerie shadows on the ground.
Ran Huan waited for a long time but no one came to lift the curtain of the sedan chair. She impatiently lifted a corner of her veil and said, "What's going on? Help me get off the sedan chair!"
"Are you dog slaves deaf?"
Ran Huan suddenly opened the curtain of the sedan chair and jumped down, and the beads on the phoenix crown rustled.
"Do you know who I am? How dare you be so disrespectful!"
The guard at the door glanced at her coldly and said, "Go in by yourself."
"presumptuous!"
Ran Huan was so angry that she was shaking all over. She pointed at the guard's nose and cursed, "You dog slaves, when I see His Majesty, I will be the first to take your dog heads!"
She lifted her skirt and was about to rush into the mansion, but she heard the sound of a carriage behind her.
A black lacquered carriage with gold decorations slowly stopped in front of Prince Jing's mansion. The curtain was lifted, and the first thing that came out was a pair of official boots with cloud patterns, followed by moon-white embroidered shoes with silver thread patterns.
Ran Huan was confused at first, then suddenly widened his eyes, because the person in front of him was clearly...
"Gu...Gu Yanchen?"
After seeing clearly, her voice suddenly became sharp, and her carefully drawn willow-leaf eyebrows twisted into a weird angle: "How could you be in the capital?!"
Gu Yanchen pretended not to hear and turned around and reached out his hand into the carriage.
A slender white hand rested on his wrist, with light pink nail polish on the nails. When Ran Huan saw clearly the woman who was carried down from the carriage, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
"Why are you making a scene at the door on your sister's big day?"
Ran Qingxuan held Gu Yanchen's hand and walked slowly forward. Her lake blue dress made her skin look like cream.
There was a smile on her lips, but there was a coldness in her eyes.
"Sister, you are so disrespectful, you don't look like someone who wants to be a concubine!"
"You...you guys..." Ran Huan staggered back two steps, and the pearls and jade on the phoenix crown shook violently.
"Shouldn't you be waiting to die in the exile? Why...why are you here?" She turned suddenly to the guards.
"These two are wanted criminals of the imperial court! Capture them now!"
Unexpectedly, the guards did not move at all, but bowed to Ran Qingxuan and the other two.
Only then did Ran Huan notice that the jade belt worn around Gu Yanchen's waist was one that only kings, princes, generals and ministers could wear, while the nine-phoenix-holding-a-pearl hairpin in Ran Qingxuan's hair was clearly one that only a princess or a consort could wear.
"It seems that my sister doesn't know yet." Ran Qingxuan slowly unfolded the imperial edict and read it.
"King Jing plotted treason and was executed this morning."
"No... Impossible... You are talking nonsense, it's all nonsense, right?"
Ran Huan was struck by lightning in an instant. When she saw Ran Qingxuan's bulging belly, she suddenly screamed and rushed over to push Ran Qingxuan, even muttering: "My husband will be the emperor soon! You are jealous of us!"
Just as her slender nails were about to touch Ran Qingxuan, Gu Yanchen's eyes became fierce, and he grabbed Ran Huan's wrist with such force that he almost crushed her bones.
"court death!"
"Husband, don't be anxious." Ran Qingxuan gently held Gu Yanchen's arm, took out a handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo from his arms, and slowly wiped the place that was almost touched by Ran Huan.
“Sister, you may not believe it now, but you will understand it later.
She winked at the guard, who immediately pushed open the gate of Prince Jing's mansion. At first glance, the courtyard was filled with gloomy winds. How could there be any joy in the atmosphere?
"No...Impossible..." Ran Huan's legs went weak and she fell to the ground, her carefully applied makeup washed away by her tears.
"Qi Jing promised to make me a concubine... He promised..."
Ran Qingxuan looked down at her, and suddenly leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Since you want to be a concubine so much, then sit tight!"
"Bitch, what does this have to do with you!" Ran Huan screamed hysterically and reached out to grab Ran Qingxuan's face.
Gu Yanchen pushed the person away, and Ran Huan fell heavily on the steps, with her wedding dress covered in dust.
Ran Qingxuan walked forward slowly, stepping on the hem of Ran Huan's skirt with his embroidered shoes: "Do you still remember how you schemed against me back then? You drugged my tea and tarnished the innocence between me and Gu Yanchen..."
She pushed harder with her feet, and the fabric made a tearing sound.
"Now, you should know what retribution is!"
"You are lying! It's all fake!" Ran Huan suddenly burst into crazy laughter, scratching the air with his nail polish-dyed nails.
"My husband will soon ascend the throne, and I am the imperial concubine! I am..."
She suddenly lifted up the hem of her wedding dress, and the phoenix embroidered with gold thread flapped its wings in the moonlight, as if it wanted to break free from the fabric and fly away.
She stepped on the bluestone slabs in her pearl-studded embroidered shoes and ran wildly towards the open gate of Prince Jing's mansion. The beads on the phoenix crown clattered behind her head, like a string of soul-chasing bells.
"Stop her." Gu Yanchen's voice was not loud, but it made Du Yingxiong and others move instantly.
The four guards were like black eagles pouncing on rabbits, and surrounded Ran Huan in the blink of an eye.
Du Yingxiong's big hands like iron clamps grasped her slender wrists, and with a deft move he twisted her arms behind her back.
"Let me go! You lowly dogs!" Ran Huan twisted her body wildly. Her wedding dress was torn in her struggle, revealing the apricot-red lingerie underneath.
She suddenly lowered her head and bit Du Yingxiong's hand hard.
"Hiss..." Du Yingxiong felt the pain but did not let go. Instead, he increased his strength.
There was a slight "click" sound, and Ran Huan let out a scream. His left arm fell limply, and it was dislocated.
Gu Yanchen didn't even raise his eyelids, and carefully helped Ran Qingxuan over the threshold: "Be careful with the steps."
Ran Qingxuan held her husband's hand, and when she stepped over the threshold in her embroidered shoes, the hem of her skirt swept across Ran Huan's distorted face: "Sister, aren't you going to see King Jing? Why don't you go in?"
"You will not die well! Waiting for your husband..."
"It's too noisy." Ran Qingxuan said lightly, and Du Yingxiong immediately understood. He took off the socks he had been wearing for a day and quickly stuffed them into her mouth.
As soon as the salty, smelly and sour socks entered her mouth, Ran Huan couldn't control her retching. As she struggled, her gorgeous wedding dress was covered in dust, making her look like a pheasant that was about to be plucked.
The group walked through a courtyard hung with red silk. The night wind blew the scattered papers on the ground onto Ran Huan's face.
As he passed by, Ran Huan looked closely at what was written on the paper.
"Wuwuwu!" Ran Huan, with his mouth blocked, started to struggle again, but Du Yingxiong grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him forward like a chicken.
Turning around the corridor, eight guards with swords stood outside the most remote wing.
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