Thinking of how Jiujiu behaved when the Eighth Prince was with the Eighth Prince, and how Jiujiu behaved when she was angry, Cheng Wanyun instantly became worried. If the Eighth Prince made Jiujiu unhappy, would Jiujiu beat the Eighth Prince to death?
Cheng Wanyun angrily glared at General Zheng.
Why did he insist on teaching Jiujiu martial arts when she was such a good girl? Why did he have to teach her martial arts?
Fortunately, at this time, the Eighth Prince's wedding procession arrived.
Cheng Wanyun hurriedly covered Jiujiu's head with her veil.
Jiujiu was carried out of the house by Zheng Yian and into the bridal sedan chair. The bridal sedan chair swayed and then steadily moved forward.
Jiujiu was holding an apple in her hand, which was given to her by Cheng Wanyun with tears in her eyes before Zheng Yian carried her out. Cheng Wanyun said that this apple represented her and the Eighth Prince's peaceful and beautiful future.
Early in the morning, she was pulled out of bed to wash up and dress up. With a crown that weighed more than ten kilograms on her head, she was already starving. Looking at the apple in front of her, she felt that it was really delicious.
Jiujiu stared at the apple without blinking. She licked her lips with her pink tongue and licked the lipstick.
The lipstick was sent over by the Eighth Prince. It was made with flowers mixed with wax and honey. There was no strange taste in her mouth. Instead, it was fragrant and sweet.
Jiujiu licked her lips several times, barely suppressing the hunger in her stomach.
Jiujiu looked at the apple in her hand with resentment. Her heart was filled with endless sorrow.
If it weren't for the deep meaning of this apple, she would definitely eat it.
However, although she couldn't eat it, she could still quench her thirst by looking at plums.
Jiujiu stared at the apple without blinking, as if she had already eaten it.
After swaying for an unknown amount of time, the palanquin slowly came to a stop. Then, a pair of slender yet powerful hands reached into the palanquin.
There was a thin layer of calluses on his palms and fingertips, giving him a sense of security.
Jiujiu stretched out her hand.
Her fair and delicate palm was placed in his palm that was filled with strength. The combination of white and wheat color was wonderful and harmonious.
The Eighth Prince exerted a little force and pulled Jiujiu out of the sedan chair.
Lowering his head to look at Jiujiu, who was already a head shorter than him, the eighth prince's lips curled up as he said in a gentle voice, "Elder sister, I'll take you home."
The General's Mansion was Jiujiu's home, but this was his and Jiujiu's home. In the future, it would be the home of their children.
Jiujiu did not want to make a sound, but the eighth prince's tightly clenched fingers gently tickled her, and she scratched the eighth prince's palm.
Jiujiu's silent response made the Eighth Prince smile.
The Eighth Prince smiled and continued the process with Jiujiu.
They stepped over the brazier.
After the wedding ceremony, the two of them were considered husband and wife.
Under the crowd's cheers, the Eighth Prince lifted the veil with a pole.
Looking at Jiujiu's beautiful and graceful face after meticulously dressing up, the Eighth Prince's eyes became increasingly gentle.
After driving the crowd out of the room, the Eighth Prince held Jiujiu's soft hand and said softly to Jiujiu, "I've already asked someone to send food over. You should eat a little so that you don't starve."
Jiujiu nodded and looked at the Eighth Prince's face, which had lost its youthful aura and become as tough as a man's. "What about you?"
"Today is my wedding. They will definitely make trouble for me."
Looking at the Eighth Prince's small body, Jiujiu hurriedly said, "Let Li Qing help you drink later. Don't drink too much. It will be uncomfortable."
Jiujiu's reminder made the Eighth Prince particularly happy.
The Eighth Prince's lips curved and there was a hint of devilish charm.
Jiujiu glanced at the Eighth Prince angrily.
Jiujiu's face was flushed red. She looked like a little kitten that was angry but couldn't bear to scratch him with her claws.
Her proud and adorable appearance made the Eighth Prince's heart itch.
The Eighth Prince felt that there was probably no woman in the world more adorable than Jiujiu.
The Eighth Prince touched Jiujiu's cheek. "I'm going out to entertain some guests. When the food is served, you can eat first. If you're tired at night, you can sleep for a while. Don't wait for me."
He knew very well that he would not be back for a few hours this time.
He could not bear to let Jiujiu wait for him to come back.
Jiujiu obediently acknowledged.
Not long after the Eighth Prince left, a servant came to deliver food. Jiujiu casually ate a few mouthfuls and then had the servant take the food away. She sat on the bed and waited for the Eighth Prince to come back.
The bed was bare and there were red dates, lotus seeds, walnuts and other objects with great meanings everywhere. Jiujiu casually picked up a few red dates and ate them. Then she started to count sheep out of boredom.
The Eighth Prince was now the most trusted prince of the Emperor and had just married General Zheng's only daughter. He could be said to be very popular.
The civil and military officials who came to congratulate him each had a cup of wine that weighed several catties, not to mention that many had drunk several cups.
Even if the Eighth Prince could drink a lot, it was enough to choke him, not to mention that the Eighth Prince's alcohol tolerance was not very good.
In the end, General Zheng felt bad that his daughter had to take care of a drunkard at night and took the initiative to speak up. Only then did those people let the Eighth Prince go.
The Eighth Prince's fair cheeks were unnaturally red because of the alcohol. His eyes were misty and watery, and his feet swayed back and forth as if he was stepping on a sponge.
But because the Eighth Prince was born with a handsome face, this drunken appearance was a bit more unruly and was even more charming than his usual serious and neat appearance.
The Eighth Prince was dragged into the room by Li Qing.
And once he entered the room, the Eighth Prince, who had clearly been unsteady on his feet just now, immediately straightened up the moment he saw Jiujiu. He swayed over to Jiujiu and said with a smile, "Wife, I'm back."
Jiujiu had just stood up when the Eighth Prince threw himself into her arms. Her nose was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.
Jiujiu helped the Eighth Prince sit down and asked Li Qing, "Didn't I ask you to help him drink? Why did he drink so much?"
"This servant …"
"I didn't ask him to drink." The Eighth Prince, who was still in a daze just now, forced himself to stand up straight and explained, "The people who came are all important officials of the imperial court. If I let Li Qing drink, they would be unhappy."
If he wanted to rise to the throne, he needed the support of these officials.
"Ask the kitchen to prepare some hangover soup."
Seeing that Jiujiu did not continue to blame him, Li Qing hurriedly ordered the kitchen to prepare the hangover soup.
After Li Qing left, only Jiujiu and the Eighth Prince were left in the room.
The moment Li Qing left, the Eighth Prince, who was still in a drunken stupor, instantly brightened up. There was even a hint of drunkenness in his eyes.
The Eighth Prince lowered his head and hugged Jiujiu. Before Jiujiu could react, the two of them lay down on the bed.
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