Mo Qingyou gently lifted the red veil of the sedan chair, looked at it, sneered, and didn't say anything.

The sedan chair stopped at the entrance of Yucheng City, Su Yan gently lifted the red veil in front of the sedan chair, and Mo Qingyou was sitting in the sedan chair, with a kind of momentum.

Bei Ming Jue was dressed in white and did not wear the previous ink-colored mask, stepped forward and asked, "Why is Her Royal Highness the princess still wearing a mask?" ”

Mo Qingyou chuckled and said, "Why doesn't His Royal Highness King Yi wear a mask?" ”

"This king doesn't like to wear a mask and hide it."

"This mask of mine is a gift from my father, and this princess just wants to be a suspension."

Without waiting for Bei Ying Jue to say anything, Mo Qingyou asked again: "According to the customs of the Northern **, His Royal Highness the Prince Regent should come to the city gate to greet you, I don't know which of you is the regent?" ”

The ministers became even more anxious, and asked for help from the Northern Immortal: "His Royal Highness King Yi, this regent is ......"

"Don't look for me, I don't dare to mess with my second brother!"

"How is this a good ......?"

A small guard suddenly ran in front, and when the ministers saw him, they immediately asked, "Shen Jiang, where is His Royal Highness the Regent?" ”

Shen Jiang Qingxiu's face was written with a weak heart, and his eyes were a little erratic: "Your Highness, Your Highness said...... Let Princess Qingwan ...... Yourself, go to the Regent's Palace. ”

Mo Qingyou heard it, and the expression on his face remained unchanged, Regent? The beam was finished.

Su Yan couldn't stand it anymore: "How can the regent treat our princess like this?" With that, he took a step forward.

Mo Qingyou said: "Su Yan." ”

With just one name, Su Yan knew that the princess didn't want to cause trouble.

But this time, she guessed wrong.

Mo Qingyou is not Mo Qingwan, when encountering this kind of thing, Mo Qingwan may choose to forbear, but Mo Qingyou has always had revenge, but the time has not yet come, so it is not appropriate to make a move.

A group of ministers were obviously at a loss, Mo Qingyou didn't intend to embarrass them, and stepped down from the sedan chair, wearing a red wedding dress, although she still wore a mask, it still made people feel that this must be a stunning beauty.

The people of Yucheng have long known that today is the day of the great joy of the princess and the regent of the Southern Mourning Kingdom, and they all want to see the princess's beauty, but who knows that it is indeed such a scene.

Mo Qingyou, who was dressed in a wedding dress, walked in front, followed by a group of entourages, and the ministers of the Northern Darkness also followed, with no joy on his face, his brows were furrowed and he could kill mosquitoes, and he secretly pondered in his heart that he would definitely join the regent in front of His Majesty in the future, and he did not want to kiss him, but he embarrassed them.

Although the regent is closed on weekdays, his power above the court is really not to be underestimated, and the Northern Emperor is also afraid of him and wants to get rid of him quickly. These ministers only dare to think about it.

Mo Qingyou walked to the door of the Regent's Mansion and found that the Regent's Mansion was not even tied with a red ribbon, it was deserted, prosperous and prosperous, but there seemed to be no festivity, and there was no place to welcome Princess Qingwan.

Mo Qing gritted his teeth secretly, and he was inseparable from this regent who had never met before!

She walked in, but the guards of the Regent's Mansion were quite eye-catching and did not stop her.

A grandmother hurriedly came over and said, "Welcome the princess regent into the palace, and ask the princess to go to the wedding room with the old slave." ”

Mo Qingyou nodded, and followed her to the side courtyard of the Regent's Mansion, which was really not very good-looking or tidy.

Mama said, "Please also ask the princess to wait for the prince here." ”。

Mo Qingyou nodded, gritting her teeth secretly, she already hated this bastard prince in her heart.