"Who said that I, Mu Mingshu, am going to marry King Chen?" Mu Mingshu's voice came from the sedan chair with a cold breath, and the bride involuntarily shrunk her neck, a little inexplicable.

The jade hand lifted the sedan curtain, and the first thing that landed was a pair of red pomegranate embroidered shoes of hundreds of sons and grandchildren, and then leaned out of the half-body, the golden red hijab was still on the head, and the face could not be seen clearly.

Mu Mingshu stood in front of the sedan chair with a dignified demeanor, looking at the delicate and weak, but with a momentum that should not be underestimated, she said unhurriedly: "The two families are married, the cultivation is a hundred years of good, and it is about your love and my wishes, and now His Royal Highness King Chen has expressed his attitude, as a girl's family, I naturally can't force the cow to bow my head." ”

The onlookers burst into laughter, this cow is not talking about Zhao Yiyi, the king of Chen.

"Therefore, please all the fathers and villagers to testify, today my Mu Mingshu and His Royal Highness King Chen Zhao Yiyi's marriage contract is invalid."

Wang Xun, the housekeeper standing at the gate of the palace, originally had the mentality of watching the excitement, wanting to see how the future princess was humiliated today and became a joke for the entire capital. At this moment, when he heard Mu Mingshu say this, he secretly screamed that it was not good, and he hurriedly sent someone into the house to report the news, and he nodded and apologized.

"Miss Mu, don't be angry, the old slave has already sent someone to urge the prince, it's really that the prince is entangled in something, and he can't get out for a while, you can be considerate again, after all, you will be the princess in the future."

This is not polite at all, the prince of their family is doing serious things, you can't understand this idea, what kind of princess should you be.

Through the red hijab, Mu Mingshu evoked a disdainful smile, this Wang Xun was just a dog in her eyes, a dog who was born with a tendency to be inflammatory.

"It's strange, why should our girl wait, it's obvious that His Royal Highness King Chen has lost first, and it has become our girl's fault when you say it. Besides, are you old or deaf, didn't you hear our girl say that the marriage contract was nullified? What kind of thing are you, to talk to our girl like this, it's unreasonable. ”

Wen Chun stuck his waist and scolded Wang Xun unceremoniously, his chest rose and fell violently in anger, and Wen Xia was so worried that his brows were furrowed, and he couldn't stop it.

"Ask Chun, how do you speak." Mu Mingshu said strange words in his mouth, but the tone was a little appreciative, and she couldn't say some things as the master, but it didn't mean that the maids around her couldn't say it.

Wen Chun pouted, lowered his head and retreated, but saw Mu Mingshu's eyes flashing with cold light, staring at Wang Xun and hooking his lips and smiling: "In the final analysis, Steward Wang is just a person who serves others, that is, the master has to listen to whatever he says, and he has never made his own decisions for the master." ”

It means that Wang Xun is a slave, no matter whether she enters the palace of King Chen today or not, he is a slave, and the slave should do the duty of a slave, and should not cross his own master to make his own decisions.

Her voice was soft and soft, and the words she said were just a few words of sarcasm, but for no reason, Wang Xun couldn't stand the momentum, and sweat broke out on her forehead in this cold winter.

Mu Mingshu said again: "The divorce is not what I want, but King Rui just doesn't want to marry, just say it, I am a descendant of the Mu family, I will not lose the face of the Mu family, and I want to marry him." ”