Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

The next day, when Song Shiyun opened his eyes, it was already bright.

Song Shiyun sat up from the bed and inadvertently pulled the muscles in his waist, and a sore feeling came over him instantly.

Song Shiyun's body suddenly froze.

"... "

He couldn't help but hold his forehead. Sure enough, he had been lying down for too long.

"woke up."

"If you don't get up, I will force you to get up."

There was a sound of opening and closing the door, and the next moment, Nan Qiao was sitting on the edge of the bed, kissing the corner of his lips very naturally.

Song Shiyun took one look at Nan Qiao's radiant face, and suddenly felt a little weird.

Yesterday, he only cared about his heartache, especially Nan Qiao's tear, which almost destroyed all his reason. After that, he really couldn't think about anything.

Looking at it now, he suddenly doubted the authenticity of Nan Qiao's emotions yesterday.

After all, he wasn't a panacea, so why did Nan Qiao's dejected look disappear after just a nap?

"What do you think?"

"It's nothing." Song Shiyun shook his head. Nan Qiao's appearance was probably not fake. After all, normal people would be sad to be sent to get married by his father who had always doted on him.

"Get up, I'm going to leave soon."

"Aren't you going to get up and see me off?"

Set off?

Only then did Song Shiyun notice the clothes Nan Qiao was wearing. Nan Qiao usually loved red clothes. He didn't realize for a moment that the red outfit Nan Qiao wore today was not a regular outfit, but a wedding dress.

Nan Qiao likes to wear red, and red is the most suitable color. Especially such gorgeous clothes make her look particularly bright and attractive.

He had forgotten that he was indeed anxious about this matter.

I just issued the order yesterday and set off today.

Nan Qiao looked at Song Shiyun's eyes staring at her blankly, smiled helplessly, stood up, and turned around in front of him.

"Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Song Shiyun came back to his senses and smiled.

Nan Qiao suddenly approached Song Shiyun's face, leaned down, and placed his arms on Song Shiyun's sides.

"It will look even better when the Prime Minister and I get married."

Song Shiyun was stunned for a moment. After he realized what Nan Qiao meant, he smiled even brighter.

"Okay, I'll wait for Your Highness."

"Let's go, people outside must have been waiting for a long time." Song Shiyun put on his clothes, took the initiative to hold Nan Qiao's hand, and walked out with her.

When they arrived outside the door, it must have been Nan Qiao's special request. There was no commotion, and the emperor and the empress did not come to see him off. It may be that Nan Qiao had already entered the palace to meet someone.

Nan Qiao casually put the red hijab on his head and got into the carriage.

Nan Qiao didn't look back. Song Shiyun just stood at the door, staring at the carriage Nan Qiao was riding in. He didn't walk towards the Prime Minister's Mansion until there was no shadow left.

"Prime Minister, are you okay?"

Song Wen and Song Wu appeared together this time, standing at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, looking at him with the same expression and worry.

They know very well that there is some um... relationship between their master and the princess. However, the prime minister has been trying hard to prevent the princess from getting married these days, but now...

"pretty good."

Song Shiyun was very calm, and there was no sad expression on his face.

But the more this happens, the more uneasy the two of them become.

Sir, isn't he going crazy from being stimulated? The relationship between him and the princess is not that simple! Did you let it go so easily?

Song Wen and Song Wu looked at each other, a little suspicious.

Song Shiyun didn't care what they were thinking at all. He just gave an instruction before entering:

"You two go and send a message, telling them that no matter what happens, don't be surprised, just stay put."

"Yes."