Chapter 458
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"Who is blocking the road ahead?"
When the group of carriages passed by the Shili Pavilion, they were suddenly stopped by two maidservants. The leader of the first carriage immediately shouted at them.
A slender, dark-colored palace dress came out from behind the two maidservants. The person's face was covered with a veil: "I am Xiao Zhangping. I am here to send off my eldest sister."
"Thirteenth Princess?" The guards immediately stopped the carriage and reported a few words to the deputy envoy. Not long after, a dazzling red wedding dress slowly walked out of the carriage. She walked in front of Xiao Zhangping and lifted her veil. The two of them talked in private.
When she saw Xiao Changyue, Xiao Zhangping's voice suddenly became unstable: "Fifth Sister, why do you want to marry for me? Did that person come to find you? "
Xiao Zhangyue smiled faintly as she looked at this little sister of hers who had grown up together with her but couldn't be considered familiar with her. This proud princess who had once been deeply doted on by the emperor had become gentle and indifferent after experiencing so many things. Furthermore, the rare heroic spirit in her forehead seemed to have vanished with the death of a man named Yun Ruohui, leaving behind only a noble and gorgeous empty shell. She said: "Someone did come to find me, but I was willing."
Xiao Zhangping opened her eyes wide in shock: "You were willing?" As she spoke, her eyes became red, "Fifth Sister, how could you … You should know what this marriage represents. Aren't you afraid that you will regret it in the future?"
Xiao Changyue gently tidied up her scattered hair. When she smiled, the valiant and formidable Fifth Princess Xiao Changyue seemed to come back: "In the first twenty years of my life, I loved, hated, resented, and cried. She had given her heart to someone who didn't deserve it, and then dug it back out. Thinking about it, I have experienced half of this world, so I don't regret it. These years, I have made myself a joke. In the following years, I should fulfill some of the obligations of a royal daughter.
Little Thirteenth Prince, since you were born into the palace, I know that you have not lived well, but as your eldest sister, I have never reached out to help you. I have been too negligent. This time, I will consider it as an apology. Don't worry, your elder sister isn't dead yet. I'll hold them off for you for a few years. "
The tears in Xiao Zhangping's eyes rolled down. He was speechless. He could only hold her hand tightly and call out, "Sister …"
"Don't think that I'm only doing this for you. I'm also doing this for Imperial Father, for Imperial Mother who has always been implicated by me, for the people of Great Yue, and for the people of Xiao Changyue, who will be recorded in the history books a hundred years later, not just as an idiot who only knows how to love."
Xiao Changyue put the veil back on her head and waved at her. "Little Thirteen, choose someone who also cares about you and love him. Don't follow my old path. Remember to turn back when you hit the southern wall. "
In Xiao Zhangping's eyes, the beautiful red wedding dress danced in the wind. She boarded the carriage again and was taken away by the rolling wheels, further and further away. She pressed down hard on her chest and sobbed, "Okay … I'll turn back. Elder sister, I'll definitely do as you say."
She was dreaming again.
It was that man who was covered in black brocade. He looked like a celestial being who was about to melt into snow. However, this time, he was not standing under the camphor tree. Instead, he was riding on a horse. He looked anxious and travel-worn.
Fine beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead and condensed on his chin. They followed the curve of his chin and slowly slid down to his Adam's apple, leaving behind a wet trail. Finally, they disappeared into his collar. On the side of his neck that was covered by his collar, a blood red color was faintly discernible. It seemed to be in the shape of a flower petal.
Ning Shu looked back and forth beside him. She was very curious. Who was this person? Why did he always appear in her dreams? Could it be that it was a love debt she had previously incurred?
That feeling was good. He was so handsome and did not seem to be lacking in money. This kind of love debt, the more the better. But why was it that every time she dreamed of him, her heart would feel both happy and sad, causing her soul to feel uneasy? She wished she could immediately turn into a gust of wind and float to his side like a butterfly.
Of course, she did not have the ability to turn into a butterfly. As a result, she woke up again and saw the mute girl kneeling beside her, washing her body and wiping her face.
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