Rebirth of Her Royal Highness the Princess

Suddenly, the carriage stopped. "Prince consort, Princess, we have arrived at the palace gate." Chuntao said from outside the carriage.

There was only a crisp sound of "clatter", and Jun Moli's slender white fingers lightly lifted the door curtain. Then, he got off the carriage gracefully, as if he had walked out of a painting.

However, an unexpected scene happened - Jun Moli turned around and reached out to Hua Xiulan in the car! This sudden move shocked Hua Xiulan, and her face was full of disbelief.

But soon, Hua Xiulan regained her composure, she took a deep breath, and slowly placed her little hand in Jun Moli's warm and generous palm. Just like that, she let Jun Moli lead her down from the carriage, and the two of them were like a couple of gods, accompanying each other.

At this moment, everything around seemed to become quiet and time seemed to stand still.

Only the sound of their breathing and footsteps intertwined into a beautiful melody. And in Hua Xiulan's heart, a strange feeling surged, this feeling was both strange and familiar, making her a little intoxicated...

Suddenly she remembered that he had promised to come to her room tonight. "Mo Li, go and do whatever you want. I'll wait for you in the room tonight." Hua Xiulan said shyly.

"Princess, you should have a good rest. I'll go take care of something for a while." Jun Moli said softly, and then turned and left. His steps seemed a little hurried, but still elegant.

As soon as they entered the palace, the two of them went their separate ways tacitly. The princess quietly returned to her boudoir, while Chuntao followed closely behind, full of doubts.

"Princess, what should we do if the prince consort comes?" Chun Tao couldn't help asking, with a hint of worry in her eyes. She knew that the prince consort didn't care about the princess.

The princess frowned slightly, thought for a moment and replied: "Chuntao, don't worry. Whether the prince consort comes or not, we must do what we should do." Her voice was calm and firm, as if she was ready to deal with everything.

Chuntao nodded and said no more. She understood the princess's inner strength and helplessness, and could only accompany her silently.

As night fell, the palace was brightly lit. The princess sat by the window, gazing into the distance, her thoughts surging like the tide.

At this moment, will Jun Moli really come as promised...

"Prince Consort, the princess is in the room." Chuntao's voice came from outside the door.

The prince consort really came. Should she prepare some nourishing soup for the wedding?

As soon as Jun Moli entered the room, he saw Hua Xiulan sitting in front of the window. She was wearing a white gauze skirt with a light blue silk bow tied around her waist. Her ink-black hair was gently tied up with a Wei Ling hairpin inserted diagonally. Her skin was as crystal clear as jade, and she was not wearing any makeup.

Jun Moli's eyes stayed on Hua Xiulan, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He walked to her side and said softly, "Princess, you are so beautiful." Hua Xiulan's cheeks flushed instantly, and she lowered her head shyly.

Jun Moli took Hua Xiulan's hand and walked to the table and sat down. He looked at the nourishing soup on the table and said with a smile, "Is this prepared for me?" Hua Xiulan nodded and said a little nervously, "I hope you like it...we..." Her voice became lower and lower, and the rest of the words were stuck in her throat.

Jun Moli understood what she meant. He held Hua Xiulan's hand tightly and said gently, "Princess, don't be afraid. Tonight, we are husband and wife." After that, he gently kissed Hua Xiulan's forehead.