With the system traveling through time, the queen always becomes a mother painlessly

Time flies and the wedding day is approaching.

May 20th.

At the hour of Yin, Nan Yan was called up to do her makeup, and the makeup nanny was sent by the palace.

Looking at Nan Yan's flawless face, the dressing nanny couldn't help but exclaim, "Miss Nan, your skin is so good. I have never seen anyone with such good skin."

Nan Yan was so sleepy that she didn't hear what the nanny was saying.

"Miss Nan, you are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen." After finishing her makeup, the nanny praised.

The phoenix robe has not been put on yet! If she were to wear the phoenix robe, she would be so stunning and charming!

It was already getting light outside, and Nan Yan was completely awake.

Yinling brought breakfast.

Mammy said, "Miss Nan, you should eat more. Today's ceremony will last for a whole day, so you can't go hungry."

Nan Yan listened to the nanny and ate a little more.

The weather is very good today. The east is already dyed by the morning light and the sun is slowly peeking out.

As the sun gradually rose higher, Ruan Yurou and Madam Ruan walked in, supporting Old Madam Ruan. Together with them were the pregnant Chen Ruolan, Madam Chen, and several concubines of the Chen family.

Nan Yan quickly stood up and stepped forward, "Grandma, please sit down."

Old Madam Ruan took Nan Yan's hand and said with a smile, "Yan'er, you sit down too. Grandmother wants to talk to you about something."

She sighed, "In a blink of an eye, you are going to get married. Time flies! I still remember how cute you were when you first went to Jinling. You loved grandma the most and asked her to accompany you to sleep every night..."

After listening to her words, several people's eyes were filled with tears. Ruan Yurou slightly tilted her head and wiped away the tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Grandma..." Nan Yan hugged Mrs. Ruan, the old lady who had spent the longest time with her in her eighteen years of life.

I can still vividly remember the love she showed me.

Nan Yan's eyes were glistening with tears. The makeup nanny beside her said anxiously, "Oh, Miss Nan, we just finished putting on our makeup. Don't cry, otherwise your makeup will be ruined."

"Yan'er, don't cry." Ruan Yurou wiped the tears from Nan Yan's eyelashes.

"Look, why am I saying all this? I've made our Nan Yan cry." Old Madam Ruan wiped away her tears and helped Nan Yan up from her arms. "Don't cry, Nan Yan. You're going to be the most beautiful bride today."

"Okay, Yan'er, don't cry." Nan Yan nodded heavily, then suppressed the tears in her eyes.

In order to lighten the sad atmosphere in the room, everyone started telling funny stories to make everyone laugh.

Many ladies and young ladies came one after another, and they all praised Nan Yan, and no one cared whether it was sincere or not.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the dressing nanny said to everyone in the room, "Ladies and young ladies, please move to the courtyard. Miss Nan is going to change into her wedding dress."

After everyone in the room left, the dressing nanny asked someone to close the door and started to change Nan Yan's clothes.

The red wedding dress glowed with a warm luster, and on it was a radiant golden phoenix that belonged only to the queen.

The entire phoenix crown is made of pure gold, with phoenixes spreading their wings on both sides, inlaid with red gems and with golden tassels hanging down.

At this moment, she is like a blooming peony.

The phoenix crown weighs almost five kilograms. Fortunately, Nan Yan is strong, otherwise her head would have been tilted.

Finally, the dressing nanny covered her with a veil with a gold-threaded edge, and she sat on the bed, waiting for the wedding procession to arrive.

The whole process of Nanyan can be described in four words: at the mercy of others.

Today, the streets of the entire capital are covered with red silk, and the Imperial Guards stand on both sides of the streets, with a guard every two feet.

Both sides of the street were crowded with people, all coming to witness the grand spectacle of the emperor's wedding.

At the hour of Si, the wedding procession set out from the Imperial Palace.

At three quarters past the hour of Si, a servant hurriedly ran in from the gate and came to Nanhui.

Nan Hui gently rebuked: "How can you be so flustered!"

"Master, the emperor, the emperor..." He was panting and couldn't finish a sentence, which made Nanhui anxious.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"The emperor has come in person to pick up the bride." The servant finally finished speaking in one breath.

"What? The emperor comes in person to pick up the bride?" Nan Hui said in shock.

The guests around were shocked.

Throughout history, there has never been a case of an emperor personally coming to welcome a bride.

Nan Hui was stunned for a moment, but soon reacted, "Go and tell the Madam about this."

The emperor really gave him one surprise after another. Nan Hui was extremely satisfied with his daughter-in-law.

As a subject, he admired and loved the emperor.

As a father-in-law, he was very satisfied with his son-in-law today.

When the ladies in Nanyan Courtyard heard that the emperor was coming in person to pick up the bride, they were filled with envy.

Only Nanyan has this tremendous honor.

When Nan Yan heard Yin Ling say that Shang Yue was coming in person to pick up the bride, an indescribable joy instantly rushed to her heart, and her heartbeat was beating violently in her chest like a drum.

Joy, excitement, anticipation...all kinds of emotions intertwined together.

He always did something to make her even more addicted to him.

Another quarter of an hour later, the servant came to report: "Master and Madam, the bride-picking party has arrived."

Nan Yan stood up with the help of Yinling Yinxing, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times to Nan Hui and Ruan Yurou, "My daughter bids farewell to my parents."

Both of them had red eyes.

Nan Luo came in and carried Nan Yan on his back.

On the way, he whispered: "Sister, although the palace is not as bad as other places, you must tell me if you are wronged. I will always protect you."

Just like what he said to his mother when his sister was born, that he would protect her all his life.

Nan Yan said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, brother."

Nan Yu followed behind, wiping away tears secretly.

At the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Shang Yue was riding on a white horse, wearing a red dress made of the same material as Nan Yan, with gold thread piping and a snarling dragon outlined in gold thread, showing his domineering aura.

The red color makes him look a little softer than usual, and his face is as white as jade, which is really attractive.

Many women cast shy glances at him, but he ignored them and focused his attention on the door.

Until he saw the slender red figure being carried out by Nan Luo, his eyes were instantly filled with tiny smiles.

The veil on Nan Yan's head was a layer of gauze, and behind the gauze were the golden tassels from the crown, so she could vaguely see the people surrounding the door and the straight red figure on the white horse.

Nan Luo placed Nan Yan on a crimson sedan chair, which was decorated with red silk and had golden tassels hanging around it. There was a fist-sized red gem inlaid on each side. The curtains of the sedan chair were embroidered with patterns of phoenixes spreading their wings and soaring dragons, and every stitch was exquisite.

With a sharp voice of "Lift the sedan chair", the sedan chair was lifted up steadily.

The wedding procession set off in a grand manner. There were five hundred people carrying the dowry and more than a thousand people in the procession, and the red dress was more than ten miles long.

People on the street could see the horse with a big red flower tied around its neck from afar.

Excitedly shouted: "Here they come, the wedding procession is here."

"Look! The wedding procession is coming."