is also because of the relatively open people's customs, almost no old old-fashioned will stand up and prevent Yun Zhiyi from ascending the throne on the grounds of royal blood. If Yun Zhi did not force the palace, it would be Rong Zhiwei who would inherit the throne.

Since the enthronement ceremony, Yun Zhiyi has been busy, Rong Zhiwei was locked up in her palace, and the excuse for the heavy guards at the door was: There is chaos in the palace, please do not leave the Jiuhuang Palace in order to ensure the safety of the princess.

Rong Zhiwei thought about committing suicide, but after all, she was reluctant, she hadn't buried her father's body yet, and she couldn't give up.

Lying half-dead on his phoenix couch, the three meals were brought by the personal maid Ying'er, and begged her to eat only a few bites, but she had no appetite to eat again.

She was thinking about how to leave this Nine Phoenix Palace, how to escape from him, and how to save this dying love.

In the evening, he stepped into the Nine Huang Palace with a dark robe embroidered with gold silk on the bottom, and he wanted to see her.

was stopped by the shadow at the gate of the Nine Phoenix Palace.

"The princess has fallen asleep."

She didn't call him Your Majesty, because Rong Zhiwei still occupied the position of the princess, and Yun Zhi hadn't abolished her, if she called him Your Majesty, wouldn't Rong Zhiwei become his daughter...

"I'll go in and take a look." Yun Zhi also raised his legs to bypass her and walked towards the hall.

“！！”

The shadow couldn't stop him, so she followed him inside.

Walking to the door of Rong Zhiwei's dormitory, he stopped, looking at the figure lying on the phoenix couch, Yun Zhiyi lowered his eyes and pondered for a few seconds, then turned to leave.

In just a moment, the new emperor's decree that the princess of the former dynasty was the queen was transmitted to the Jiuhuang Palace, so that the Jiuhuang Palace could prepare for the wedding tomorrow.

If she received the news of their marriage two days ago, Rong Zhiwei would have been ecstatic, but now the two of them are carrying too many things, and she is very entangled.

If she could have said that she would let go and let go, she wouldn't be as entangled as she is now.

After thinking about it for a long time, Rong Zhiwei felt that this marriage could not be completed, and she would not be his queen, he was already her father-killing enemy.

The next morning, she had no more sleepiness and woke up early, and after Shadow waited for a few more bites of breakfast, she fell asleep again with a little dizziness.

When I woke up, it was already afternoon, but the newcomers in the Nine Huang Palace were busy arranging in the Nine Huang Palace.

There were big red characters everywhere in her eyes, Rong Zhiwei stood on the ground and frowned and said, "Who asked you to arrange it?" With the permission of Princess Ben? ”

But no one responded to her loudly, and she was still arranging the palace.

"Shadow!"

"The slave is here."

The shadow trotted in from outside the dormitory.

"What's going on with these people?"

The shadow snorted, "They... It is also to act on orders. ”

Rong Zhiwei had a headache, reached out and pressed her eyebrows: "Withdraw for me." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, before she could take any action, a big palace maid walked in outside the dormitory in a big red gorgeous dress, followed by several little maids.

Seeing her, she first saluted respectfully: "I've seen the queen's mother, the mother is fine." ”

Rong Zhiwei had a cold face, the queen mother? Calling her? No, she doesn't admit it.

"How offended."

As soon as the heroine of the palace led by the woman finished speaking, several people next to her rushed up and grabbed her wrists and arms, and pressed her on the phoenix couch without moving.

Rong Zhiwei naturally couldn't stand stupidly and tie her hands, and immediately opened up her aura and said sharply: "Presumptuous!" ”

But this didn't seem to be of much use, and even the shadow that was protecting her everywhere around her was grabbed by a person.

Until the palace people finished arranging the Jiuhuang Palace, the palace maid personally changed her into the gorgeous red wedding dress.

Rong Zhiwei's hands were tied behind her back with red brocade, sitting on the phoenix couch, staring at the palace maid in front of her.

"The slaves and maids are also acting according to orders, don't blame the slaves and maids, if the slaves and maids don't do the things arranged by His Majesty well, they will lose their lives..."

The big palace maid stood in front of her with a pot of things in her hand.

"Don't touch me!"

Rong Zhiwei, who seemed to have vaguely realized what this thing was, was extremely resistant, but because she was tied up and could not break free, she was forcibly poured most of the pot of wine.

"Princess!" Shadow was very distressed.

Tears appeared in the corners of Rong Zhiwei's eyes, she had suffered such humiliation once upon a time, but in the end, she raised her head and did not let the tears well.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people began to put makeup on her, the phoenix crown on her head was heavy, and after being covered with a red hijab, all the palace people around her stepped down, and she waited for him to come.

With a red hijab on his head, his hands tied behind his back, and it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't hear any sound in his ears.

At this moment, she hated so much, hated his tough approach, hated her powerlessness, hated that there was no one around her who could help her except for the shadow.

It was also the first time that she sat lifeless on her phoenix couch.

Waiting for him.

The emperor's wedding was supposed to be lively and festive, but Yun Zhiyi decreed to get married the day after he ascended the throne, and he didn't have time to make more preparations, and it was extremely fast to find a new wedding dress that fits.

In addition, Yun Zhiyi killed the monarch and Rong Zhiwei were princesses of the previous dynasty, and there should have been only hatred left between the two of them, so there were no extra people who dared to stay in the Nine Huang Palace.

A quarter of an hour later, Rong Zhiwei's whole body began to heat up, and her head began to feel a little groggy.

She knew what was pouring into herself, so she had been holding on to her consciousness from withdrawing, but she couldn't resist her own physiological reactions, and she became more and more uncomfortable, if it weren't for her hands tied behind her back, she would not have been able to sit still.

Another quarter of an hour had passed, and it was already dark.

Footsteps rang out in the quiet dormitory.

By the sound of footsteps alone, she could recognize that it was him.

In a few seconds, the footsteps came closer and closer to her, stopping in front of her, and the hijab on her head was removed.

Yun Zhi, who was dressed in red embroidered with a golden silk coil dragon dress, stood in front of her, and the waist-length three thousand ink hair was all tied up with a golden crown, and the aura between her eyebrows could not be hidden.

This is the person she has loved for three years.

Xipa fell at his feet, Yun Zhiyi lowered his eyes and looked at the woman sitting on the phoenix couch in front of him, on his head was a golden silk phoenix crown with wings spread his wings, the green silk was neatly tied up and half draped in half, the eyebrows and apricot eyes, the snow skin and cherry lips, the unnatural blush on the cheeks, and the red clothes reflected in the eyes of the autumn water, which was amazing enough.

It's just that her hands are tied behind her back with red brocade, otherwise she would not have been able to obediently sit on the phoenix couch and marry him.

Just a glance, Rong Zhiwei lowered her eyes and stopped looking at him.

Yun Zhiyi raised his eyebrows and chuckled, bent down slightly, reached out and picked her chin, forcing her to look at herself.