Was the whole group wiped out in the previous life? Reborn to drag the crippled king into the bridal

Mo Zhaohua didn't care who came to pick up the bride, but when he heard the words, his eyes suddenly turned cold and the memories of his past life came flooding back.

On the wedding day, Chu Xuanhan came riding a tall horse, and she was carried on the bridal sedan by Mo Shenghua amid the sounds of festive gongs, drums and firecrackers.

At that time, she thought it was a match made in heaven and that she would live a happy life. However, she did not expect that she would die tragically and hurt so many innocent people.

In this life, she naturally didn't want to see him marry her again. Even if the person he ended up marrying was still Chu Xuanchi, she would still feel uncomfortable.

"Cousin, cousin..." Rong Yue was frightened by Mo Zhaohua's expression, "I'm sorry, Yueyue said the wrong thing..."

She regretted it so much that she wanted to slap herself in the face. How could she mention Mo Zhaohua's marriage when she knew that he had an affair with Prince Qi?

Zhongli Xiuya comforted Mo Zhaohua softly, "Zhao Zhao, don't worry. No matter who comes to pick you up, you are marrying His Royal Highness the Prince."

Yueying also bravely comforted her, "Miss, it's okay. I'm just here to welcome you back. I can't really marry you. It's okay."

Mo Zhaohua took a deep breath and drove away the memories of his past life, "Well...it doesn't matter, my husband is Brother Xuan Chi!"

The atmosphere in the room was still a little dull and awkward, but fortunately, a cheerful voice came at this time, "Cousin, I'm here."

Along with this voice, a pink figure rushed in. It was Princess Jiashan who had not been seen for a long time.

Mo Zhaohua took the opportunity to change the subject and greeted him with a smile, "Princess, you are leaving the palace so early. Thank you for your hard work."

Princess Jiashan smiled and said, "It is indeed difficult to get up early, but it doesn't matter, because someone will accompany Jiashan today."

"Hello, Princess." Although Zhongli Xiu Ya was Princess Jiashan's elder, she still had to greet her.

Princess Jiashan then noticed the presence of an elder and quickly returned the greeting, "Aunt, how are you? I didn't notice it just now."

Her mind was already full of the bride, and today Mo Zhaohua was so dazzling and attracted her attention.

A woman in a blue and white gold-woven brocade gown slowly walked into the boudoir, and a gentle voice followed, "Aunt, cousin."

Outsiders are generally not allowed to enter a woman's boudoir, but today is a special day and the identity of the visitor is also unusual.

Rong Yue looked at the people who came and was stunned, with an expression of disbelief, "Am I seeing right? The Eighth Prince has left the palace?"

The one who came was Concubine De's son, Princess Jiashan's brother, the seventeen-year-old Eighth Prince Chu Xuanyi.

He is only a few months younger than Mo Zhaohua. Perhaps because nephews resemble their uncles, he looks somewhat like Rong Hai.

However, their temperaments are completely different. Rong Hai is mighty and serious, while Chu Xuanyi is gentle, elegant, and full of scholarly air.

Princess Jiashan said, "Since my cousin is getting married, and my fifth brother is getting married, how can I not come and drink a glass of wine at the wedding?"

Rong Yue nodded in understanding, "Yes, then do you have to rush to the wedding? Once my cousin gets on the bridal sedan, we have to go to Prince Yu's Mansion?"

It was Princess Jiashan who spoke again, "Yes, my brother and I are going to drink two portions of wedding wine today. We are so happy."

The Eighth Prince looked at Mo Zhaohua and smiled at him slightly, his smile was shy and immature, "Cousin, congratulations."

"Thank you." Mo Zhaohua looked at him with a gentle smile on his face, but he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

The Eighth Prince swallowed his saliva, clenched his hands that hung on both sides of his legs, and then spoke again, "A hundred years, a happy marriage."

Seeing this, Mo Zhaohua's heart tightened involuntarily, "The Eighth Prince's coming is the best blessing for me and your Fifth Brother."

The Eighth Prince's face flushed slightly, his breathing became more rapid, and he closed his eyes, "May you have a baby soon, my son."

Mo Zhaohua's eyes were sore and his nose was also sour. "Yes, we will give birth to little nephews and nieces for you to play with."

The Eighth Prince laughed again. Although he was still shy, he was much more natural than before. "Okay, I'll wait..."

While he was talking to Mo Zhaohua, everyone else remained silent, as if they were afraid of disturbing them.

Princess Jiashan waved her hand and said, "Cousin, aunt, second cousin, my brother and I will see my aunt first and come over later."

Rong Yue watched the Eighth Prince leave, "My cousin is so popular that even the Eighth Prince is willing to come and congratulate me personally."

Mo Zhaohua's eyes showed a look of heartache, "It's hard for him, hey..."

No matter in her past life or this life, no matter how good her medical skills were, she could not help the Eighth Prince.

Rong Yue comforted her, "Cousin, please stop sighing. The Eighth Prince is willing to go out. Isn't this a good thing?"

Zhongli Xiuya also agreed, "Yes, Zhao Zhao, don't look sad on such a happy day, it's unlucky."

Mo Zhaohua forced a smile and said, "Okay, aunt."

Mo family's relatives and friends came one after another, and Zhongli Xiu Ya took Rong Yue out.

Mo Zhaohua was dealing with relatives and friends. Time passed quietly and the sounds of firecrackers and gongs and drums were heard outside.

Amber came in from outside, her face full of smiles, "Miss, the wedding procession from Prince Yu's Mansion is here."

Mo Zhaohua knew what had happened when she heard the gongs and drums. She asked anxiously, "Who is coming to welcome the bride on behalf of Brother Xuan Chi?"

"It's His Royal Highness Prince Rui." Amber had just gone out specifically to inquire about this matter and to report to her master.

In his previous life, Prince Rui was Chu Xuanhan's most obedient dog. He clung to Chu Xuanhan with all his might and was able to survive the fight for the throne.

However, compared to Chu Xuanhan, Mo Zhaohua was more acceptable. After all, there were only these two princes and no other choice.

The wedding procession must have lunch at the bride's side first before picking up the bride, usually arriving at the groom's side at dusk.

Mo Zhaohua asked several maids to go for dinner and left only Yueying to keep him company.

Yueying was also thinking about the wedding, "I wonder which young master will carry the young lady to the bridal sedan today."

Mo Zhaohua no longer cared about this question. "It doesn't matter who it is. I don't like it anyway."

Yueying was talking about something irrelevant. "It would be great if the young master of the Fuguo Mansion could carry her on his back. The young lady would definitely like it."

Mo Zhaohua smiled helplessly, "Yes, but the Mo family has so many branches that there is no such opportunity."

At this moment, at the banquet, Rong Hai was talking to Mo Yun about this while eating. He naturally wanted to fulfill Mo Zhaohua's wish.

When a daughter gets married, the uncle is the eldest. At today's banquet, Rong Hai is the most important guest and sits in the chairman's seat.

Mo Yun was accompanying him and was slightly stunned when he heard this. "What did you say? Let Master Shen carry Zhaohua to the sedan chair?"

Rong Hai was in high spirits today. "Yes, I heard that the young master has had difficulty walking recently and cannot carry Zhao Zhao."

After Mo Zhaohua gave him acupuncture and he drank medicine for so many days, the condition of his right arm did improve.

He was impressed by her medical skills and was also happy for the Duke of Fuguo, as he could rest assured that he could let her treat the old man.

Mo Yun refused, "My son fell a few days ago, so it's really inconvenient for him, but Zhaohua still has many cousins."

In the past month, he was busy with the affairs of Shili Hongzhuang. He guessed that there was something hidden in Mo Shenghua's affairs, but he had no time to ask.

He just found Mo Tao in time and asked Mo Tao's eldest son to carry Mo Zhaohua. The child was exactly one year older than Mo Zhaohua.