The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Mo Xiao turned around and glared at Lu Jiuqing fiercely, as if to say: I have already made it very clear, and the idiot still asks!

Lu Jiuqing suddenly laughed: "Your Highness, do you want to marry me?"

Mo Xiao's eyes instantly darkened and he said nothing.

Lu Jiuqing stopped smiling and his face turned cold: "Your Highness, don't be joking, I want to take it seriously."

Lu Jiuqing turned around and entered the sedan without looking back.

How could Mo Xiao marry her!

Not to mention that she is now a woman, she is just a substitute, how dare she hope to become a regular person?

Lu Jiuqing got into the sedan and walked without looking back.

Mo Xiao stared at the sedan moving further and further away, his expression frighteningly gloomy.

Qiuyue cautiously called out: "Your Highness, the person has gone far."

Mo Xiao suddenly got angry and kicked Qiu Yue down.

"I have eyes and I can see by myself. I know she's gone and I don't need you to remind me."

Qiuyue's face turned pale, and she knelt on the ground without uttering a word.

Mo Xiao kicked someone, and as if still angry, he punched the door frame again.

The door frame shook for a while, and finally cracked with a crack, and Mo Xiao walked away with a blood-stained fist and an angry look on his face.

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Lu Jiuqing sat in the sedan chair, constantly recalling what Mo Xiao had just said in his mind.

The ninth prince of the current dynasty was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he has been noble since he was a child. The favor of the emperor and the empress, and the pursuit of his subjects made him develop a self-centered character since he was a child. He has a bad temper and is full of hostility. He gets what he wants and no one can stop him.

But she was the wife of the new top scholar. Once she entered the Ninth Prince's Mansion without any care, Mo Xiao would at most be criticized verbally and reprimanded by the empress. She would not suffer much loss, but she was different.

The emperor would not allow her to ruin their son, the courtiers would not allow her to ruin the reputation of the ninth prince and trample on the dignity of the number one scholar, and the people of the world would not allow her to be so contrary to human ethics.

By then, I don’t know how he died.

She was reborn once more, and her life must be cherished.

He closed his eyes and shook Mo Xiao out of his mind.

The sedan traveled for a while and finally stopped.

Lu Jiuqing lifted the curtain and got out of the sedan, looking up at the majestic No. 1 Scholar's Mansion in front of him.

The red silk hanging on the gate and the plaque was still intact, and it was a happy atmosphere.

Lu Jiuqing dressed up yesterday and walked through the door with a longing for the future. Then she was fascinated by her husband with a glass of wine and gave her away with her own hands.

Now, she's back.

When I opened the door, I saw people were busy dismantling the red lanterns under the corridor, and the ground in the yard was filled with dismantled red silk.

Lu Jiuqing's appearance stunned everyone.

"lady?"

How could the lady come in through the door when she was supposed to be in the bridal chamber?

Someone's red lantern fell to the ground and rolled to Lu Jiuqing's feet.

Lu Jiuqing bent down and picked up the red lantern at his feet. He raised it and looked at it. It was not broken yet.

Everything in this yard was made by her own hands. She compared many kinds of red silk material and lantern style before settling on it, just to have a perfect wedding.

It's just a pity.

Just as he was about to put down the red lantern, someone rushed out from the inner courtyard and hugged Lu Jiuqing.

The lantern in Lu Jiuqing's hand fell to the ground, and this time it was completely broken.

"Jiu Qing, you are finally back. I thought... thought you..."

The man seemed unable to bear to continue speaking, and seemed to be suppressing something, his voice choked with sobs.

"Tang Xiuyan," Lu Jiuqing said calmly, "Let go."

The person holding her stiffened and slowly let go.

He was still wearing the wedding robe from yesterday's wedding. He looked wrinkled, with green stubble growing on his chin, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night.

Lu Jiuqing watched for a while, and couldn't help but want to applaud him: What a great performance, it would be a pity not to become an actor.

Who could look at this affectionate look and not be moved?