After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

She stared at him intently, and he came closer and closer.

Just like what she had dreamed of at night in the past few days, with his hair tied up in a high crown and a jade belt around his waist, this man was dressed in a wide red satin robe with wide sleeves and a gold-based lining with intricate and delicate embroidery, which was different from any time in his past or present life.

Abao died and lived again, but this is the only scene that is fresh in his memory of this man.

The only drawback is that her crush can only wear a black mask for the time being.

So, when the man stood in front of her, she looked at his deep eyes hidden behind the black mask, and she extended her hand to him apologetically.

Without hesitation, he reached out and held her palm.

When she touched his hot fingertips, she clenched them tightly in an instant.

Then, in front of the incense table in Chongde Hall, the oldest and most senior member of the Xuanyuan royal family raised incense: "I worship the Emperor of Heaven and the Earth, and now I am seeking a good man. I hope you will protect the country, assist the crown prince, and continue our descendants."

Abao and the man beside him bowed their heads to worship the heaven and the earth.

Afterwards, the old King Mu sang along to the wedding eulogy written by the Imperial Household Department.

In front of the quiet and solemn Chongde Hall, the air was filled with fragrant mist, the golden seal on the treasure book was shining brightly, and the wedding praises were echoing in the wedding ceremony.

This wedding eulogy was extremely long, and after about an hour, old King Mu finally finished singing it.

Afterwards, the old King Mu said: "Husband and wife bow to each other, raise their hands together, and grow old together."

A Bao turned around and looked at him through the gold-embroidered round fan.

At this moment, even though it was as 'disgraceful' as the guards at the Feng Ran Palace said, this man still indulged her gently.

A Bao bowed his head and performed the greeting ceremony with the man opposite him.

The old supervisor of the Imperial Household Department and the old King Mu said in unison: "The ceremony is over——"

Today is the princess' wedding, and not only the people of the imperial capital have taken to the streets to join in the fun.

When the envoys from the affiliated countries heard that all the men and women of the Xuanyuan clan were stunningly beautiful, they couldn't help but want to catch a glimpse of the legendary pride of the empire, the future Empress Daqi.

Pei Guichen was also among those watching the ceremony today.

The first day of spring is the wedding ceremony of Abao and his husband, but as a concubine, he can only wait until the next day to enter the palace.

Pei Guichen looked cold and indifferent, but he clenched the folding fan tightly until a stream of warm blood flowed down his palm, dyeing the jade-handled folding fan red, and then dripped from the tip of the fan to the ground.

All this should have belonged to him.

In front of the incense table in Chongde Hall, Princess Abao, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, should have belonged to him.

However, something went wrong.

At this moment, he could only watch as Abao held the hand of the man in the black mask, performed the wedding ceremony, and the couple bowed to each other.

Throughout the entire wedding ceremony, Abao never even looked at him.

At this time, Pei Guichen's eyes were red as he stared at A Bao who was turning and leaving. She covered her face with a gold-embroidered round fan. Her high black bun was soft and her skirt was as misty as clouds. With every step she took, it seemed as if lotus flowers were blooming.

The crown prince of Daqi, Her Royal Highness Princess Diyang, should have been his wife.

Thinking of this, a hint of paranoia, madness and cruelty flashed in Pei Guichen's eyes.

It doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not Xuanyuan Fengran.

A Bao and Xie Wuai are just siblings, and Xie Wuai does not pose a threat to him.

Pei Guichen's fingertips dug into the wound on his palm, and the pain came over him. He thought more and more clearly: Although he is a concubine, as long as Xie Wuai dies, the position of A Bao's main husband will be vacant.

Throughout history, there have been many people who were promoted from concubines to empresses.

If A Bao knew what Pei Guichen was thinking, she would definitely spit blood all over Pei Guichen's face.

Mr. Pei, you are quite inspirational, huh?

But Po didn't know that she was looking forward to seeing the man's face when she opened the black mask.

So she secretly reached out and scratched the palm of his hand.

It was this small action that made Pei Guichen suspicious.