Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Dare Xiao miss the deity madam, be bold!" Nie Jiuque gritted his teeth, his dark eyes condensed with a murderous intent to destroy the world.

"Wow..." The crow yelled again, seeming to ask Nie Jiuque what to order.

"Go back and tell Zuo Yan, the deity will return tomorrow."

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Today, the entire cat demon clan is immersed in joy.

The elegant cat demon clan of the past is full of festive red today, and even the spirit tree is tied with a red ribbon by naughty children.

At a glance, the red is full of red, which makes people feel happy.

Wen Xiaoai, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, sat in front of the vanity mirror blankly.

It was a day of great joy, but there was no trace of joy on her face. The sadness and sorrow in the room was in sharp contrast with the lively and joyous outside.

Wen Xiaoai's eyes were hollow, and his eyes kept flashing. In the bridal shop a few days ago, Jun Moyan said cautiously that he wanted to marry her, just wanting to give her status, not the appearance of wanting to burden her.

I remember that when I first met him, there was nothing in his eyes. He was all alone, cold and indifferent. He didn't care about the world, he didn't care about anything, and he didn't care about it.

Such an aloof and powerful person, but put all his self-esteem and pride in front of her, carefully said that it doesn't matter if he has no status, but he wants to give her status.

Every time Wen Xiaoai thought of this, her heart felt dull.

He had prepared so much for her, but she didn't even put the wedding dress on for him, and she didn't even take a look at the wedding venue he personally arranged.

When he said he wanted to marry himself, he said he wanted to marry someone else...

How sad he should be.

The last time she followed Fengli and left without saying goodbye, when she went back, she saw Jun Moyan sitting in the corner and drunk.

And this time, she really couldn't go back, and she really couldn't be with him.

Can he live if he is left alone?

"Little princess, the auspicious time is here, we should go to the hall to worship." Xi Niang's anxious voice came from outside the door.

Wen Xiaoai remained unmoved, still sitting blankly.

"Little princess?" Xi Niang kept knocking on the door.

"Little princess, we can come in without you opening the door."

After several inquiries to no avail, Xi Niang and the maid opened the door and walked in.

Seeing Wen Xiaoai sitting there still, several people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little princess, it's good time, the patriarch has sent someone to urge you, let's go."

Xi Niang took Wen Xiaoai's arm and helped her up from the chair.

Under the shadow of the top of the head, there is already a thorn red in front of him.

Xi Niang helped Wen Xiaoai with Hippa on her head out of the princess hall, and was sent off by a dozen maids to the hall.

Wen Xiaoai is like a puppet, letting them take it.

The laughter and cheers grew louder, Wen Xiaoai's heart tightened and tightened.

"Don't be nervous, it's okay, I didn't invite an outsider, it's all from our clan." Xi Niang smiled and patted Wen Xiaoai's hand on the back, and then took her into the hall.

"The little princess is here."

"The bride is here."

Ye Qi, who had been waiting in the center of the hall, heard everyone's words and turned around.

Today, he has faded away from a white coat and put on a festive red robe. He is a bit less chill and is more approachable than before.

The sword eyebrows and star eyes, Fengshen and handsome, made many little girls in the hall blush.

When his eyes touched Wen Xiaoai, Ye Qi's eyes showed tenderness, but all kinds of complicated emotions followed.