After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

King Xiang's expression was embarrassed, but he still said firmly: "All this is just your guess."

Seeing that he still hadn't admitted it, Princess Xiang closed her eyes, tears fell down, and said coldly: "Guess? Really? Prince, even now, you still don't want to admit it?"

"That's enough, that's really enough." King Xiang's eyes were red. He walked up to her aggressively and raised his hand angrily.

"What's wrong? Is Your Highness angry and embarrassed?" Princess Xiang looked up at him without any fear.

"You..." King Xiang gritted his teeth, "I don't bother to hit a woman."

Princess Xiang sneered and said, "I'll take my leave."

After Princess Xiang left, Prince Xiang asked himself in his heart, how far would he go for Zheng Xiyan?

"Xiao Xuanqi, oh Xiao Xuanqi, you are really crazy." King Xiang closed his eyes, frowned, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

In the following days, Zheng Xiyan began to prepare Princess Rong Le's dowry.

All the palaces came to pay their respects that day. Ever since the news that Princess Rong Le was going to marry a foreign prince came out, Xi Muyao and Shen Aoning couldn't help but start to worry, fearing that their daughters would be sent to marry a foreign prince like Princess Rong Le.

"Your humble concubine/your humble concubine pays respect to Her Majesty the Queen."

"No need to be so polite!" Zheng Xiyan said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Queen."

After everyone sat down, Xu Chongyuan said, "Empress, have you been preparing Princess Rong Le's dowry these days?"

"Yes, I think you all know that His Majesty has issued an edict that Princess Rong Le will soon marry into the Southern Xinjiang clan." Zheng Xiyan had a calm expression and a gentle voice.

Shen Aoning's expression changed slightly, and her face was full of worry. Xu Chongyuan raised her lips slightly, looked at her meaningfully, and said, "Empress, Daliang and Southern Xinjiang have always had a tradition of marriage. The late emperor's sister, Princess Zhaoyang, married to Southern Xinjiang. I wonder when the next marriage with Southern Xinjiang will be?"

Zheng Xiyan's expression was a little strange. Hearing this, she felt very complicated. "Daliang and Southern Xinjiang have always had a tradition of marriage. It is to maintain peace between the two countries. She is a meritorious minister of Daliang."

"Yes, Her Majesty the Queen is right."

Xu Chongyuan's eyes fell on Shen Aoning, and she said meaningfully: "Your Majesty now has three princesses, and I don't know what will happen in the future..."

"What do you mean?" Shen Aoning's eyes suddenly became sharp and she stared at her.

Xu Chongyuan raised her eyebrows, looked at her provocatively, and said with a smile: "What is your Majesty Shufei doing? I have no other intentions."

The two were on the verge of a fight.

Zheng Xiyan interrupted their conversation and said coldly, "Okay, who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Okay, kneel down and pay your respects!"

"Yes! I will take my leave."

Wen Chongyi's belly was already bulging, and the palace maid carefully supported her, "Your Majesty, be careful."

Wen Chongyi remembered all their words in her heart. At that moment, she especially hoped that she was pregnant with a prince. If it was a princess, she might be sent to marry a foreign prince in the future. No... her daughter could not do that.

After the master and servant walked away, the maid saw that she looked unhappy and asked, "Madam, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?"

"It's nothing. I just suddenly felt that Princess Rong Le is very pitiful. I don't know if I'm pregnant with a prince or a princess?" Wen Chongyi stroked her belly, her eyes drooping slightly. She felt heavy in her heart and was very uneasy.

"Your Majesty, not all princesses will be sent to marry. Look at Princess Xuanhua..."

Wen Chongyi shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Princess Xuanhua is a legitimate princess. Unless it is absolutely necessary, a legitimate princess will never be allowed to marry. But those illegitimate princesses are different."

"If the baby is a princess, in the future..." Wen Chongyi didn't dare to think about it anymore. Her eyes turned slightly red and she felt very uncomfortable.

"No." The maid said quickly.

Wen Chongyi lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze falling on her belly, "I hope so! I hope I'm pregnant with a prince."

"Most definitely."

On the other side, Shen Aoning walked in front, and Xi Muyao chased after her, "Aoning, Aoning."

"What do you want to say again?" Shen Aoning said with a displeased look on her face.

"Xu Chongyuan's words just now clearly had a hidden meaning, could you not hear it? In this palace, a princess without her biological mother is equivalent to being without support. If there is a marriage between a foreign country and a foreign prince, our daughter will be pushed out and sent to marry. Do you want to watch your daughter go to marry a foreign country?" Xi Muyao stared at her intently.

"How old is she? How can we allow her to marry?"

"What about when she grows up? The last time Nanjiang asked for a princess in marriage was many years ago. What do you think will happen in a dozen years? By then, your daughter and my daughter will have reached the age of marriage. You can guarantee that she will not be sent to marry."

"Stop talking." Shen Aoning yelled. She didn't want to hear any of this, so she turned around and walked away.

Xi Muyao was angry and annoyed, "You fool."

Princess Rong Le came to Weiyang Palace that day and said, "Your humble servant pays respects to the Emperor's sister-in-law. May the Emperor's sister-in-law be blessed with good health and good health."

"Get up!" Zheng Xiyan said gently.

"Thank you, Mrs. Huang."

"It's just right that you came. I was just thinking of asking the Clothing Bureau to send you a wedding dress. Now that you are here, why not try it here!" Zheng Xiyan looked at her tenderly.

Princess Rong Le looked indifferent, "Okay, thank you, sister-in-law."

Zheng Xiyan ordered: "Biluo, take Princess Rongle to the bedroom and change into her wedding dress."

"As you command, Princess, please come this way."

"it is good!"

Along with the wedding dress, there were also a lot of jewelry. Zheng Xiyan picked up a golden hairpin and said, "These styles are too ordinary. Tell the Shanggong Bureau to make some new styles."

"Yes, slaves obey."

After a while, Princess Rong Le came out of the bedroom wearing her wedding dress and walked in front of Zheng Xiyan.

Zheng Xiyan smiled and said, "It's beautiful. Does it fit me?"

"It fits me very well. Thank you, sister-in-law." Princess Rong Le's expression was still cold.

"Your dowry is almost ready. His Majesty said that he will triple your dowry." Zheng Xiyan said in a gentle voice.

Princess Rong Le said coldly, "Three times the dowry? This shouldn't be much different from the dowry of a legitimate princess! It turns out that there are some benefits to marrying a princess."

Zheng Xiyan was slightly stunned when she heard this. "You are marrying for Daliang, so His Majesty will certainly not treat you unfairly."

"Yes! After all, it's for the sake of the marriage to Daliang, and it also represents the face of Daliang." Princess Rong Le said self-deprecatingly.

Zheng Xiyan lowered her eyes and said in a deep voice: "The late emperor's sister, Princess Zhaoyang, is still alive. She is also your aunt. She will definitely take good care of you when you go to Southern Xinjiang."

"Aunt Zhaoyang? I remember that I seemed to have seen her when I was young, but I was too young at that time and can't remember her appearance clearly. I remember the day I met her, it seemed to be the day she was born, the scene was very grand, and I was wondering at that time, will it be like this when I am born? Wearing a beautiful wedding dress and precious jewelry." But I didn't expect that she would have the same fate as her.