The Concubine Queen of the Phoenix: Your Majesty spoils his wife excessively

Chapter 59 Getting Married, False Phoenix Phoenix 【3】

　The guards leading the team were also full of astonishment, and said: "Going back to His Royal Highness, someone fired a salute in the air, and the horses were frightened."

Judging the situation, Jun Chuyang quickly ordered: "Let Huaqiao withdraw from Fengming Bridge and evacuate the people."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Jun Xiye was riding a horse, watching Jun Chuyang deal with the panic unhurriedly, with gentle eyes and a hint of approval.

Panic came and went quickly.

The guards fished out the people in the water, and after blocking Fengming Bridge, Jun Chuyang got off his horse, came to Su Qingying's sedan chair, and whispered: "Shuang'er, are you alright?"

"It's all right, where's your Highness?" A light and soft voice came from behind the car curtain.

"I'm fine, let's go home." Jun Chuyang said warmly.

Then, he walked up to Jun Xiye's horse and saluted slightly: "Uncle Emperor, Chu Yang bids farewell."

"Go, the king is going to assist the princess to go back to the mansion to pay homage." Erya's charming smile slowly climbed to the corner of Jun Xiye's lips.

In front of Fengming Bridge, one on the left and one on the right, two groups of welcoming teams went to Prince Yong's Mansion and Sixth Prince's Mansion respectively.

After the accident just now, the common people were not in the mood to watch a good show, touched their noses, and decided to wait for the rabbit, so outside the Yongwang Mansion, it was crowded with ministers, princes, nobles, and common people. There was a sea of ​​people, and it was very lively.

When Huaqiao was carried outside the palace, Jun Xiye turned over and got off the horse, with a peerless handsome face and a faint smile on the corner of his lips, it seemed that he was graceful and gentle.

There is no woman in Zijing who is not dreaming of this lofty Prince Yong. It is said that when King Yong was not yet a prince, he once had a childhood sweetheart and confidante. Unfortunately, the late Emperor passed away early and did not have time to marry him. A childhood sweetheart also died so young that the prince was nearly thirty years old and hadn't married yet.

Now that the prince is finally married, how lucky is this princess——

"Please get the bride out of the sedan chair." The old maidservant raised her voice in front of the sedan chair door.

In folk marriages, the groom kicks the sedan chair door and lifts his mother to get off the sedan chair. However, in the royal family, men are superior to women, and the bride has to walk into the mansion to pay her respects.

The brides in these sedan chairs didn't know it, but when they heard the maid calling to get off the sedan chair, they straightened their dresses, took a deep breath, and prepared to go out.

However, Jun Xiye, who was beside the horse, raised his hand to stop the maidservant from opening the sedan chair curtain.

Ga——Could it be that the prince intends to return the goods without paying a visit?

Amid the excitement of the crowd, Jun Xiye walked to the sedan chair, gently lifted the curtain of the sedan chair with the jade fracture fan in his hand, revealing the bride in red who was sitting inside.

"This—" the maidservant just wanted to say that this was not in line with etiquette, but she was frightened by Jun Xiye's next movement and fell to the ground.

The bride's head was covered with a veil, and she didn't know that the car curtain was lifted, but out of instinct, she stretched out her hand to push it out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the slender hand was stretched out, it was held down by a big warm hand. Jun Xiye bent down, looked at the hijab embroidered with twigs, and curled her thin lips into a smile.

The bride seemed to be a little doubtful about the person who grabbed her. She turned her fingertips and was about to hold down his veins when Jun Xiye had already exerted strength with both arms—he lifted her out of the sedan chair and stepped forward. Stride toward the door!
The bride was a little stiff, and she didn't know where to put her arms. Jun Xiye smiled, hooked her arms around her neck, and carried her all the way into the hall.

Outside the hall, Jun Xiye gently put down the woman in his arms, and followed beside her. Xi Po, who hadn't recovered from her senses, hurriedly handed over the silk ribbons holding the big red flowers to the two, each holding one end, and walked side by side into the lobby.

(End of this chapter)