"Is the message reliable?" Xiao Ye's hand knocked on the Dragon chair under the seat and asked with a frown.

"Reliable." The bodyguard bowed and said, "I'm afraid the other three kingdoms have also received the same news at this time. The hermits are out of the mountain, the saints have rushed from Beimu to Dongqing, and the Maoshan sect, Shaolin and other monks have also been born."

"The saints have arrived at Dongqing?" Xiao Ye's eyes narrowed slightly and asked.

"Here, yesterday." The bodyguard nodded.

"On the fifth day of the lunar new year, the people of the holy family will be invited into the palace to attend the prince's wedding." Xiao Ye says lightly.

"Yes." The bodyguard bowed down.

Under the flickering of the candle, it seems that something is about to move. The atmosphere of the new year is lively, and the wedding of the prince is even more joyful. It's hard to get busy in the palace. Jingyue was dressed up in the morning of the fifth day of the lunar new year, put on the formal dress of the ninth imperial concubine, and followed Xiao Chen into the palace.

Jingyue inside the carriage frowned slightly, opened the curtain on one side, looked out of the carriage, and said strangely: "how can I feel that there are more patrol people in the street?"

"When the prince got married, he invited all the officials into the palace, which was very meaningful." Xiao Chen eyes slightly cold light said: "not long ago to get the news, Saint people in these days will come to the East engine, Jingyue you should be careful."

"The saints are coming?" Jing Yue's heart trembled slightly, and her eyes narrowed with dangerous light.

"I'm not sure. Someone is deliberately blurring my information. They are sending Xing Er to investigate. There should be results tonight." Xiao Chen raised hand to embrace the shoulder of Jing Yue and said: "it's OK to spend today safely. Be more careful at the banquet."

"Well." Jing Yue converges her mind and slowly sinks her mind. This matter is so important that she has to be careful about it.

The sedan chair for reception has already been ready at the gate of the imperial palace. When Jing Yue arrives at the banquet hall with Xiao Chen, almost all the people inside have arrived. This is the first time that Jing Yue appears as the ninth imperial concubine. The eyes cast by her are full of deep meaning.

There is a very hot eyes staring at himself, Jingyue slowly looked up, one eye on the sitting on the left side of Xiao Jingran, long time no see Xiao Jingran, looking at Xiao Jingran's face angry appearance, let Jingyue micro Zheng.

If it was true that he had been on the battlefield and killed people, the feeling of bloodbath was brought here.

In the end is still too tender, even this point of momentum can't put in and out freely, with Xiao Chen have no compare.

Jing Yue opens her head and avoids Xiao Jingran's eyes. With Xiao Chen buying a high position on her right hand, she sits down slowly.

Then the emperor and the empress, the empress dowager, came one after another. Xiao Chen sat with no waves on his face, but Xiao Ye and the Empress Dowager saw that Xiao Chen's face was just a little uncomfortable, but it disappeared in an instant, and no one noticed it.

It's nothing more than a matter of getting a few words from the Empress Dowager. There must be no wedding ceremony. Jing Yue watches the prince and Liu miaoqiu receive the people's greetings, and the maid in waiting for Liu miaoqiu to put on the princess's formal dress and hair crown.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is how noble, what kind of honor, but in Jingyue's eyes, it is with a little sadness. Compared with her and Xiaochen's wedding, Jingyue undoubtedly feels happy. Maybe she is different.

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