Chapter 1322 Madam Wants to Be a Widow Every Day (7)

Wedding night.

It was so quiet inside the wedding room.

A young man and woman sleep on the same bed, covered with a wedding quilt, but they have different thoughts.

Fu Yue raised her eyes and saw the concentric knot hanging at the head of the bed.

Her eyes were in a daze for a moment.

Concentric knot...

They become husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love for each other.

The corners of her lips curved into a sarcastic arc.

couple?

Ah.

A sneer.

This Prince Yuanxian is not as gentle and harmless as he appears.

It was rumored that Prince Yuanxian was seriously poisoned and was about to die soon. Just when he was pouring him wine, Fu Yue took the opportunity to check his pulse.

Yan Jun's pulse was disordered, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, but it was not like the rumors said that he was poisoned and his life was short-lived. Such an unclear pulse situation is more like a deliberate illusion created to cover up something.

Fu Yue made a bold guess.

Prince Yuan Xian actually has no health problems at all.

What has he been plotting all these years?

What kind of big game is this being planned?

She was secretly shocked.

Of course Fu Yue recognized his little Tiantian at the first sight, but he also sensed the danger in this person at the first sight.

This person is definitely not a kind person.

Fu Yue's heart immediately shivered and she kept a few more thoughts in mind.

***

The second day.

According to the usual practice, Yan Jun was to take Fu Yue to the palace to pay homage to the new emperor of Northern Liang, but due to Yan Jun's special status, he had no need to pay homage to his compatriot brother.

Yan Jun got up early and was already dressed, sitting by the window reading.

Fu Yue was gently awakened by the maid.

Now she is calm and full of energy, sitting in front of the dressing table, letting the maid help her freshen up.

Seeing that more and more hairpin rings were worn on her head, her bun began to become heavy.

Fu Yue raised her hand and stopped the maid's next move.

She frowned at her bun.

"Demolished."

The maid asked indifferently, "Ah...ah? Dismantled?"

She looked at Fu Yue's face and cautiously asked, "Is Your Highness dissatisfied with the way my slave combs her hair?"

Fu Yue glanced at her and said, "Give it a simpler comb."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt dissatisfied and simply ordered: "Forget it, just use a piece of red silk to tie up my hair."

The maid quickly knelt down.

"Your Highness, this, this is against the rules. You are going into the palace to meet His Majesty, how can you dress up like this? This is very disrespectful to His Majesty!!"

As she said that, the maid kowtowed directly to the ground.

The smile on Fu Yue's face gradually disappeared.

She glanced at the maid who was kowtowing and said, "Stop."

The maid just kowtowed and muttered, "Your Highness, you shouldn't be like this. Your Highness, forgive me..."

It seemed that as long as Fu Yue didn't agree, she would keep kowtowing.

Fu Yue's eyes sank completely.

Is this threatening her?

Or are these maids simply spies arranged by the new emperor of Northern Liang in Yanjun's mansion?

"Ah."

The woman in red clothes is as bright as fire. Although her face is delicate and charming, she also reveals an unusual coldness.

He saw that the maid had knocked out her forehead with blood.

She actually curled her lips.

"You should continue to kowtow. Maybe I will agree as soon as I am in a good mood."

Extremely bad attitude.

How dare a little maid do this?

Threatening his own life to morally kidnap her?

Fu Yue smiled.

Simply, ridiculous.