1573 Marriage
Jun Shiling tightened his grip on Xia Wanyuan’s wrist, but a moment later, Jun Shiling let go of her again, his eyes clearly careful. “Then are you still willing to wear a wedding dress for me to see?”
Xia Wanyuan did not expect Jun Shiling to ask her this question. She pulled her hand out of Jun Shiling’s and left without looking back.
Jun Shiling did not react for a moment. When he wanted to stop Xia Wanyuan again, she was already far away.
“Baby.” In a moment of desperation, Jun Shiling used the name he had called Xia Wanyuan in the modern world.
However, at this moment, even though Xia Wanyuan’s heart was with Jun Shiling, even if she was not so adhered to feudal etiquette, she was still completely an ancient person. Hence, when Jun Shiling called her that, Xia Wanyuan walked even faster.
Watching Xia Wanyuan leave, Jun Shiling took a step forward, but in the end, he stopped.
Actually, this was good too. Since I was leaving, there was no need to leave traces for no reason.
To be honest, Xia Wanyuan had only interacted with him for less than three days in this era.
Even though they were so in love in the modern world, in this era, he was the only one who had that memory. Xia Wanyuan’s feelings for him might not have begun.
Jun Shiling turned around. In that case, perhaps it was fate. At least before I leave, I have to make all the plans for Xia Wanyuan.
Jun Shiling strode out of the palace. The Ning An Army still needed to be settled down. The businesses he had managed in the past few years needed to be sorted out for Xia Wanyuan.
After leaving the palace, Jun Shiling got on his horse and went straight to the suburbs.
At this moment, the palace was already bustling.
When Xia Wei returned from the imperial study, he saw the palace servants hurriedly hanging red lanterns. He frowned and walked towards the palace where Xia Wanyuan lived.
At that moment, Xia Wanyuan was combing her hair in front of the dressing table. Beside her was a huge box with expensive gems.
Xia Wei recognized this box. In this era, marriage etiquette was extremely important. Xia Wanyuan was deeply favored by the emperor. When she was very young, her mother had gathered the best tailors in the world. At the third year, she had made Xia Wanyuan’s future wedding dress.
“Royal Sister? Why did you take this dress out today?”
“You came over at the right time. I have something to tell you.” Xia Wanyuan waved at Xia Wei, who hurriedly leaned over. He was no different from before.
After everyone, Xia Wanyuan and Xia Wei still maintained the warmth of blood ties.
“Royal Sister, what’s wrong?”
Xia Wanyuan whispered something into Xia Wei’s ear. Xia Wei’s expression immediately became very complicated. He was shocked and a little embarrassed. “Royal Sister, how can this do? How can he wrong you like this!”
“He doesn’t know. This was my idea.” Xia Wanyuan sat back in front of the dressing table. “I’ve made up my mind. You don’t have to say anything else.”
Xia Wei wanted to object, but looking at Xia Wanyuan’s firm side profile, he swallowed his words. In the end, he only said, “I’ll arrange it.”
“Mm.”
It was winter, and the snow in the afternoon gradually became heavier. When it was almost evening, the heavy snow had already covered the entire palace.
However, the palace was not as white and dustless as usual. In the snow that filled the sky, the entire palace was like a flame that bloomed from the snow. There were red lanterns, red calligraphy, and red satin everywhere.
Jun Shiling had received Xia Wanyuan’s letter in the military. There was only one sentence.
“Return quickly.”
Jun Shiling thought that something had happened in the palace and immediately rode his horse into the palace. Because he was too worried, he did not even notice the changes in the scene along the way.
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