Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

In a blink of an eye, a month has passed.

According to custom, Lan Qian returned from Prince Ding's Mansion to the place where the Li'an Kingdom delegation was staying the day before the wedding.

The Li'an Kingdom delegation is no longer staying in the inn. Ever since Lan Qian moved into Prince Ding's Mansion, Mo Chen has arranged another house for them. Lan Qian will get married from here tomorrow.

The day for Prince Ding's wedding has arrived.

All the civil and military officials in the court, as well as the royal relatives and relatives who were qualified to attend, came to Prince Ding's Mansion to attend the wedding. Even the Emperor of Xuelan Kingdom came in person.

This puzzled the ministers.

Didn’t they say that Prince Ding lost the emperor’s favor by marrying Princess Li’an?

"Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this move?"

Some people were talking in low voices.

"It seems that rumors cannot be trusted completely," the other party sighed, "After all, the heart of the Lord is hard to predict..."

The auspicious time has arrived.

Lan Qian was wearing a wedding dress as bright as fire, a phoenix coronet and a bridal robe. She was held hand by Mo Chen and walked step by step to the main hall.

Worship heaven and earth, and enter the bridal chamber.

The ceremony went smoothly.

Except for a jealous and hidden gaze.

Among the guests, Princess Ningxi clenched her fists and stared at the bride and groom standing together in front of her, feeling unwilling and jealous.

"Second brother," she lowered her voice. Even though she tried her best to keep it normal, it still revealed some reluctance and viciousness. "Don't forget what you promised me."

"nature."

The person next to him also whispered.

In the carefully decorated new house, Lan Qian, with a fiery red embroidered veil on her head, sat quietly on the bed.

"Did people wait alone in the room during weddings in ancient times?"

Lan Qian moved her neck slightly.

The crown and accessories were too heavy, and even she felt a little tired after maintaining a static posture for such a long time.

[Host, if you are tired, why don’t you take it down first? 】

Little Tuanzi suggested.

The owner probably won't care anyway.

Lan Qian thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, let's wait a little longer."

I have already persisted for such a long time, so it doesn't matter if I wait a little longer. The most important thing is that all of this was dressed up for Mo Chen, so how can I not let him see it with his own eyes.

Lan Qian didn't have to wait too long, Mo Chen arrived soon.

The door was gently pushed open, and as soon as he came in, he saw his beloved girl sitting quietly on the wedding bed, waiting for him to lift the veil.

Mo Chen's gaze paused.

I saw the girl for the first time at the restaurant and finally waited for this moment.

He walked slowly to the bed.

There was a wedding scale next to it, which was used to lift the bride's veil. He took the wedding scale and placed it under the veil. He stared at the girl with his dark eyes without blinking, and slowly lifted it up.

The stunning face gradually emerged, with skin as white as ice and snow, eyes as bright as stars and eyebrows as willow-shaped, as if a person carefully carved by God. With the careful dressing, she was even more beautiful like a fairy. Even though Mo Chen had seen her countless times, he still couldn't help but be amazed.

All veils removed.

Lan Qian's gaze was finally free of any obstruction.

Today, Mo Chen looked less lazy and wicked than usual. His red clothes added a festive touch to him. Under the candlelight, his handsome face seemed a little softer.

He stretched out his hand and held the girl's soft hand, his dark eyes fell on her quietly, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Qianqian, you are mine."

The deep voice was gentle but firm.

Lan Qian met those deep eyes and was slightly stunned.

Just like in the previous world, behind the affectionate and gentle eyes, the paranoia and possessiveness in the man's eyes have hardly changed.

But this time, she would not leave him with any regrets.

"Mo Chen," Fair and gentle Yi gently held his hand back, she took the initiative to lean into his arms and hugged his waist, "I am yours."

It's always yours.