After dressing as a villain's ex-wife, she went crazy for whitewashing

The prince got married, and he married the daughter of the prime minister's mansion. Such a big happy event has not happened in the capital for two years.

The common people got up early and gathered around the street, waiting for the procession to welcome their relatives to pass by. Of course, it was a way to join in the fun, mainly to grab wedding money.

When the welcoming team with gongs and drums was passing by Prince Ning's mansion, Lu Xiyue and Xiao Yunheng barely got up from their beds to join in the excitement.

It was too late to watch a play at the Third Prince's Mansion last night, and I was really sleepy.

The bright red sedan chair was carried by eight people, and the young man in wedding clothes rode a horse with red silk hanging on it. Jun Lang's face was full of joy, which was enough to show his satisfaction with this marriage.

Behind the sedan chair, countless dowries were carried by the servants of the Prince's Mansion, which really could be called ten miles of red makeup.

Among the crowd, many young ladies looked at the handsome young man on the tall horse, and tightened their handkerchiefs.

"The eldest girl in the prime minister's mansion is really lucky to be able to marry such a noble son of the royal family as the third prince. From now on, she will be a prince and concubine."

As soon as these words came out, someone immediately refuted them.

"The eldest girl is the daughter of the prime minister's family. She is also talented, famous and beautiful. She and the third prince are a match made in heaven."

"That's right, I've seen a girl from the Yao family before, she looks really pretty, like a fairy."

Those who are blessed, naturally there are also little girls hiding behind their backs with red eyes.

In the past two years, Ji Wuhen has shown his sharpness and looks handsome again, so naturally there are many peach blossoms who are willing to jump on him.

Lanzhihe is one of them.

Lu Xiyue picked a good place, booked a room in a tea house, and stood at the window with Xiao Yunheng, watching from a distance.

The sedan chair passed the teahouse steadily, and Lu Xiyue saw at a glance beside the sedan chair, wearing a veil, served by a servant, with a red silk Lanzhi lotus wrapped around her waist.

The veil was light, and she stood and walked out again, easily seeing several hideous wounds across the once white and tender cheeks.

However, after only one night, the wound only stopped bleeding, probably because it was covered with medicinal juice, but the swelling has not subsided, causing the lower half of the face to look fatter.

And beside Lan Zhihe, Jiang Yingyue was on the other side of the sedan chair.

"Yao Xinyu is brave enough to bring Lan Zhihe into the marriage team." Lu Xiyue couldn't help being a little surprised.

If Lan Zhihe was brave enough to make a scene in the street, how would she end up?

Xiao Yunheng followed her gaze, only to notice the veiled woman beside the sedan chair.

Xiao Yunheng suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, "Xiyue, how about we add another excitement to her?"

Lu Xiyue raised her head, and there was a malicious smile in the man's downcast eyes.

She suddenly became interested, "What do you want to do?"

"Did you see the third row behind Ji Wuhen riding a red-brown horse?"

Lu Xiyue stood on tiptoe and only saw a figure from the back: "Who is this person?"

Xiao Yunheng curled his lips, and said with deep eyes: "Lan Zhihe's father, Ji Wuhen's uncle."

Lu Xiyue understood.

Lan Zhihe probably was really afraid of Yao Xinyu, so under extreme fear, even if the opportunity of being a scholar was close at hand, she did not dare to take any action.

But she didn't dare, so they helped her.

Lu Xiyue smiled, hooked his neck and pressed a mouthful on those thin lips.

The man's eyes were slightly dazed, and just as he was about to make a move, she pushed him away: "What are you still doing, hurry up and do it."

She put her arms around her chest and looked at him intently.

Xiao Yunheng: "..."

When he found out, she liked to bully people.

Just wait, one day, he will come back as a bully.

A dark light flashed in the young man's eyes, and then he moved his finger at the guard not far away.

Seeing this, the hidden guard hidden in the crowd on the opposite building immediately picked up a stone on the ground, pointed it at the woman beside the sedan chair, and threw it hard.

The strength exerted on the wrist easily rolled up the bottom of the woman's veil, and then flung it out.

Before Lan Zhihe could react, her face turned cold.

She hurriedly raised her hands to cover her face, but the wound on her face was new, and the slightest touch would cause unbearable pain, so she could only raise her hands to cover her face with her sleeves.

"Look!"

No matter how fast she moved, the people watching on the side of the road still saw her face.

"What a long scar, how could it be like this!"

"I just said that on this day of great joy, why is the maid beside the princess still wearing a veil? It turned out that she was injured."

"But why are there so many injuries on the face, it's so scary!"

The crowd, which was originally full of blessings, suddenly became agitated. Countless people looked at Lan Zhihe, constantly guessing where the injury on her face came from.

Obviously, the wound was very new, definitely not more than two days old.

She was brought by the third concubine from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

hiss!

Some people were secretly surprised, could it be that the third prince and concubine did it!

The discussion in the crowd made Yao Xinyu a little puzzled, but the hijab and the car curtain couldn't be lifted, so she asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Jiang Yingyue had already seen the two figures on the teahouse, and listened to the discussions of the people around her, she had already made a rough guess in her heart.

"It seems that there is something wrong with Xiao He?" She said truthfully.

Yao Xinyu's face darkened immediately, and she scolded, "Xiao He, what happened?"

Lan Zhihe was stunned for a long time, covering her face with one hand, revealing her eyes, looking for the veil that flew out inexplicably on the road.

But the wedding party was moving forward, and she couldn't retreat.

Before she could reply, Ji Wuhen and all the relatives in front couldn't help looking back at the situation.

The woman covering her face with her hands was following beside the sedan chair in panic.

Ji Wuhen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately called his uncle Lan Ping: "Uncle, it should be fine, let's go quickly, we will soon miss the auspicious time."

After finishing speaking, he immediately winked at the confidant guard beside him.

The guard understood, tightened the reins, and slowed down his pace.

Lan Ping looked at the girl beside the sedan chair, and felt familiar.

When he went to pick up the bride this morning, he had this feeling in his heart. The woman's eyes seemed to reach her daughter.

When he went out tonight, he went to his daughter's yard on purpose to comfort her.

But the servant girl said that she never came out.

Lan Ping thought that she might be sad, so he left without saying anything.

As for this servant girl, he only took two more glances, and it was not good to keep staring at her, as it would be a joke.

But now, the more he looked at it, the more he felt the similarity.

Faced with the gazes from all around, Lan Zhihe felt extremely humiliated.

Even though she didn't have unparalleled beauty in the past, it was better than having scars all over her face and being pointed at by others.

Tears blurred her vision, and she lost her footing and almost fell down.

Just like that, she revealed the terrifying face that had spit out the medicinal juice, and Lan Ping, who was about to look back, suddenly changed his face.

Even if it is disfigured, he can still recognize that this maid is clearly his daughter!