A beautiful daughter came to the Xiangfu

Lin Qingyang and Princess Qi accepted the emperor's orders to visit the future Crown Princess every day. Princess Qi didn't know why, but she was in a good mood every day.

"Godmother, has there been any happy event in your house recently? You are so cheerful every day and in a good mood!" Lin Qingyang asked.

"Really? Maybe it's because you don't like staying in the palace and come here every day to enjoy the happy atmosphere! There is no happy event in our palace. Isn't the biggest happy event in the world the prince's wedding?"

While Princess Qi was speaking, she also paid attention to her tone and expression.

Lin Qingyang felt something was wrong, but didn't say anything.

Princess Qi saw Lin Qingyang's puzzled expression and continued, "Yun Lin is finally getting married, I am so happy!"

Lin Qingyang could only nod, expressing his agreement.

Princess Qi is indeed closer to Liang Jingsui and Zhuang Yunlin. Zhuang Yunlin's happy event is naturally a happy event for Princess Qi.

The date of the prince's wedding was a bit rushed, but fortunately, the preparations of Jin Kingdom and Shan Kingdom were sufficient, and although the wedding was rushed, the etiquette was comprehensive.

It was not until the Crown Prince's wedding that Lin Qingyang and Princess Qi clearly saw the appearance of the future Crown Princess.

Every time the two came to the inn, the Princess of the Mountain Kingdom wore mountain kingdom clothes, covered her face, and spoke very little, so the princess's true face was never seen clearly.

On the wedding day, according to the wedding process of Jin State, before the bride put on her makeup, Lin Qingyang and Princess Qi finally saw a Crown Princess dressed in Jin State costume.

"Hina?"

Lin Qingyang almost shouted out the name, her eyes widened, unable to believe that the little sister who had left the mansion had actually come to become the princess of the Mountain Kingdom and was about to become the Crown Princess?

When the emperor granted the marriage, he said that the name of the Princess of the Mountain Kingdom would be "Ying", who turned out to be a person.

"Why is it you? Aren't you from Yuan? How did you become a Shan?"

Lin Qingyang was very confused.

"It's a long story. My father was the king of Yuan Kingdom, and my mother was a princess from Shan Kingdom. Now I'm returning to my roots. Please forgive me for hiding it all along, but I had no choice. I hope you don't blame me." Ah Ying said sincerely.

How could Lin Qingyang blame her?

Today is the wedding day, Lin Qingyang has not forgotten her duties, right now, the most important thing is the prince's wedding ceremony.

The prince's wedding is naturally a big event in the palace. Apart from the emperor and empress's enthronement ceremony, the prince's wedding can be regarded as the most grand event. Ah Ying's wedding dress is much more complicated than Zhuang Weining and Lin Qingyang's. After all, princes and ministers are restricted by their status and rank, and they cannot overstep their boundaries at the wedding.

While Ah Ying was putting on makeup, Lin Qingyang secretly asked her, "Are you willing to marry Zhuang Yunlin?"

Ying nodded.

Lin Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, even if it was a political marriage, at least Aying was willing. The imperial family was the most ruthless. Zhuang Yunlin was now the prince and the future emperor. The emperor could not do whatever he wanted. The concubines in the palace were sometimes just tools. They had no preferences or freedom. It all depended on who was useful.

I hope that Zhuang Yunlin and Aying will at least not be like the emperor and empress. I hope they can grow old together, in peace and happiness.

It's not just Aying who is wrapped in red, but also the entire palace and the capital city.

"The auspicious time has arrived, it's time to get into the sedan chair." The matchmaker reminded.

Lin Qingyang, like Princess Qi, could not hide her joy on her face. Ah Ying got on the bridal sedan and the wedding procession set off. From the post station to the palace, there was a ten-mile long street and ten miles of red makeup. The prince was finally getting married.