Half a month's time is not long, but it is enough for a silkworm chrysalis to complete the process of breaking out of the cocoon and turning into a butterfly.

Just when Mo Lan fiddled with this body as bright and dazzling as a peeled lychee, the sedan chair of King Min's Mansion was carried to Shangshu Mansion with a blow.

The bride who put on Mo Lan's makeup exclaimed with amazement: "The princess is so beautiful." Her compliment was heartfelt and without any compliment.

It's not that Mo Lan's appearance after transformation is really so captivating, it's just that Xi Niang has already preconceived that she is an ugly girl, but now she sees that the ugly third lady in the legend is such a delicate and lovely child, under the extreme contrast, Mo Lan is already an immortal in her eyes.

Because the emperor personally gave the marriage, this marriage that was not favored is still full of style. The spectacular and huge welcoming procession, the precious and rare treasures, the golden glow as far as the eye can see, and the brilliance is brilliant. It's just that this glamorous and luxurious wedding looks particularly ironic in the eyes of people.

All the way to the Minwang Mansion, got off the sedan chair, a clean and slender hand opened the curtain, and the other stretched out to her.

It's a very delicate and beautiful hand, but it's a little too pale. A little higher, you can see a few faint cyan veins in the jade-white arms. Above, there is the edge of the red hijab. Mo Lan thought that the person who had these hands must also be a clean and transparent person.

After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand in his palm, and when the fat white skin gently wrapped her hand, the touch made her gasp—a biting cold.

It seems to make people shiver more easily than the lake water in the depths of winter.

It was difficult for him to endure this chill just by touching it, but the young man in front of him melted into his flesh and blood with such a temperature, how did he endure it?

A few days ago, I heard Zheng'er talk about his deeds: Si Yunyin, the fifth prince, when he was born, his mother Rufei died due to dystocia, and he was weak and sick since he was a child, and was regarded as an ominous person in the palace. At the age of twelve, he was given the title of king early, and in the past six years, except for a deliberate summons, he has never set foot in the palace...... is such a fateful man, which made her suddenly feel distressed.

As if sensing her stiffness, Si Yunyin let go of his hand like an electric shock, but at that moment, he was tightly held by Mo Lan. tightly, as if to convey the warmth of his palm to the bottom of his heart.

Si Yunyin was stunned for a long time, and then reacted under the urging of Xi Po, and then took Mo Lan across the sedan beam and walked towards the house.

Mo Lan walked forward with him and herself, and in a trance, the joy that filled her ears seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and then gradually dissipated. It seemed that the entire world was quiet, and only she and the man in front of her were left. And these cold hands are pulling her towards eternity.