You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

He glared at Yang Wanrou fiercely:

"Don't talk if you can't talk."

After speaking, he raised his eyes to look at the crowd and explained with a smile on his face:

"My daughter and King Han are out on business, but I believe they will be back today."

"What? The two of them went out?"

"Oh my god, they haven't even gotten married yet, and they went out?"

"Don't you know yet? Some time ago, the second young lady of the Sheng family ran to Prince Han's Mansion every day?"

"Tch, it's really something that can't be put on the table. But you said last time she regretted her marriage to King Mo in front of the emperor. Will she do the same this time?"

These words silenced everyone, because many people felt that it was not impossible based on Sheng Yuhua's feat.

Sheng Yicheng's face turned even darker after hearing these words!

He wished he could strangle this daughter to death with his own hands. His face was completely humiliated by Sheng Yuhua, a rebellious girl.

"Master, this..."

Hearing that no one outside said good things about Sheng Yuhua, Yang Wanrou looked anxious.

Although there was a dowry incident, because Sheng Yujiao was about to marry King Mo, she was still the wife of the house! However, the power of the housekeeper was handed over to the old lady.

But now it would be good as long as she can keep her wife's position.

She was also much more honest, and at most she was secretly stumbling upon Sheng Yuhua.

Today is such a happy day, and my daughter is in a very bad mood!

Can anyone be happy if their dowry is almost taken away?

Sheng Yujiao resented Yang Wanrou.

But Yang Wanrou felt wronged, and she had tried her best to help her daughter fight for it.

When she got married, she didn't have much dowry. Can you blame her?

The auspicious time was approaching, and when he heard the sound of gongs and drums in the distance, Sheng Yicheng was startled. Is it King Mo?

But now...

He hurriedly asked the boy next to him to go into the yard to see if the rebellious girl was back?

"Is King Mo here? Master, I'll go over and see Jiaojiao."

Yang Wanrou was in a good mood as she looked at the wedding procession in Prince Mo's Mansion!

This reminded her of the time when Sheng Yuhua got married a month ago. Although she was the royal concubine of King Mo, where was the gongs and drums for getting married? There are not so many people.

Especially not the handsome groom sitting on a tall horse.

Hum, how about the main concubine, how about the side concubine? Only the woman who wins the prince's heart is the happy woman.

Yang Wanrou felt proud that her teachings to her daughter were still useful.

When something like that happened to his daughter, King Mo still showed deep affection and no regrets. Is this something an ordinary woman can do?

She curled her lips proudly, knowing that now she temporarily lost the right to be the head of the family, but as long as her daughter married well, the old woman would demand that she be the head of the family sooner or later.

Yang Wanrou left happily, but Sheng Yicheng was beating a drum in his heart.

The team from Prince Mo's Mansion arrived at the door in a blink of an eye. Prince Mo had a festive smile on his handsome face. He glanced at Sheng Yicheng, but Sheng Yicheng turned his head.

King Mo's heart sank. Only then did he see that there was no carriage from Prince Han's Palace at the door. Could it be?

It just shouldn't be.

He knew King Han very well, and there was no way he could delay the date he set.

At the moment when he was suspicious, louder gongs and drums came from the other side, mighty, from far to near.

The look in King Mo's eyes was stern, and he knew that King Han would not slap himself in the face!

It's just that this battle is a bit too big.

Amidst the sound of gongs and drums, another team of welcoming brides came from far to near.

What surprised him even more was that besides King Han, who else was sitting high on the red horse?

King Mo looked at King Han's legs with sharp eyes.

Isn't he paralyzed?

How can you sit on such a high horse?