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Yuan Xiumo smiled calmly: "Don't be upset, why don't you just give me a lecture without asking what happened?"

Jimo Xi said coldly: "What's the reason?"

Yuan Xiumo explained: "Today Donghuang is getting married, so we are her elders, and we can just lick her face in front of the wedding celebrants. You are her mother, and you and I are husband and wife. Of course, we should be the celebrants, right?"

Jimo Xi was stunned: "You want to be the officiant?"

"It's not that I want to, but that I should-"

"That's bullshit!" The Supreme Emperor's brows were stern, as if the emperor's pressure had reappeared. "When Donghuang gets married, her parents should preside over the wedding. You're not even a stepfather, so why should you preside over the wedding? It's so shameless and shameless. !”

Yan Donghuang frowned: "Just arguing about this matter?"

"Donghuang, this is a big deal." The Emperor reminded her seriously, "If I were dead, I wouldn't be able to control this matter, but I'm not dead yet, so it's not someone else's turn to be your father."

Yan Donghuang nodded: "Father is absolutely right."

Yuan Xiumo still wanted to argue: "Your Majesty the Queen, I am your mother's husband——"

"Senior Yuan." Yan Donghuang interrupted him and made the final decision, "I got married in the Yong Kingdom, and my biological father is still alive. It is indeed no one else's turn to play the role of father. In addition, whether you admit it or not, in fact, My father is my mother’s original wife——”

"What?" Yuan Xiumo was startled, then frowned, "This is impossible."

"At least in the Yong Kingdom, mother and father are one family." Yan Donghuang looked at his gentle and calm face, "Senior Yuan, please accept the facts."

The Emperor curled his lips in satisfaction, extremely satisfied with her maintenance.

This is his daughter.

Yuan Xiumo pursed his lips and suddenly held Jimo Xi's arm: "Your Majesty, I am not the first wife? Am I not qualified to sit with you?"

Yan Donghuang looked at his lovable look, silently closed his mouth, and sat back in front of the mirror. He couldn't help but imagine in his mind whether Feng Yaoguang would be like this in the future.

"Today is Donghuang's wedding day, and it is more in line with the rules that the person officiating the wedding be his biological parents." Jimo Xi said calmly, "If you don't mind, you can sit next to me."

"I mind." The Supreme Emperor looked unkind, "What is he talking about sitting there? Being your empress in the Yong Dynasty, fantasizing about hugging you from left to right?"

Jimo Xi was stunned: "That's not what I meant..."

"That's what you mean." The Supreme Emperor said coldly, "There can only be two people in the wedding seat. If there is one more, I will throw him out!"

Yuan Xiumo wanted to say more.

"In my wedding ceremony, the person who is presiding must not mess around." Yan Donghuang stood up and turned to look at Yuan Xiumo, "Senior Yuan is the most important guest of the Yong Kingdom. I ordered people to entertain you well, and I will definitely let you experience it. Feel like home.”

Yuan Xiumo was not very happy.

He doesn’t want to feel at home, he wants to be in charge.

"Everyone, get out." Jimo Xi said impatiently, "I still have to dress up Donghuang. If you want to make a quarrel, go outside and get your head bleeding first before we talk."

Yuan Xiumo pursed his lips, turned around and walked out.

The Supreme Emperor looked at Yan Donghuang, who was dressed in a crimson five-clawed dragon suit, with a bit of relief on his face: "She is indeed my daughter. No one can match the empress's style."

Yan Donghuang smiled and said nothing.

The Supreme Emperor turned around and walked out: "Feng Yaoguang is already waiting outside. He is a talented person, rich and handsome, worthy of my daughter."

Jimo Xi ignored him and carefully checked Yan Donghuang's clothes. Finally, she picked up the Anran dragon hairpin and plugged it in for her. After confirming that everything was in order, she took Yan Donghuang's hand and walked out.

A long red carpet stretches from Chongming Palace to Fengtian Palace.

Along the way, there were bright and yellow ceremonial guards, and there were many palace maids.

Outside the palace gate, Feng Yaoguang stood there, surrounded by several handsome men who seemed to be accompanying him to welcome the bride...

Yan Donghuang stepped out of the palace gate, and the men took the lead in saluting: "Long live my emperor, congratulations on your emperor's wedding today, long live long live, long live!"

Feng Yaoguang took Yan Donghuang's hand and helped her sit on the chariot, and then he followed suit.

This may be the only opportunity in their lives for them to sit together in the royal chariot. Feng Yaoguang looked at the grand and grand ceremony in the palace, his face was handsome and bright, and his brows and eyes were filled with joy.

He held Yan Donghuang's hand and said softly: "Your Majesty."

Yan Donghuang raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"For the first time in my life, I hope that the palace road has no end, and that we can keep going like this." Feng Yaoguang lowered his eyes, with unprecedented excitement on his face, "keep going like this."

"Do you want to tire the palace people to death?"

Feng Yaoguang's expression paused.

A smile flashed across Yan Donghuang's eyes: "After the wedding, there will be a wedding night, don't you look forward to it?"

Feng Yaoguang's cheeks were slightly red, and she coughed lightly: "Who wouldn't look forward to it?"

Yan Donghuang's voice was so low that only he could hear: "Don't you look forward to having wedding flowers and candles every day in the future?"

Feng Yaoguang: "..."

Your Majesty is trying to trick him.

Feng Yaoguang felt an indescribable tenderness and sweetness in her heart.

Pass through the palace gate and arrive at Fengtian Hall.

While the ceremony officials were singing and drinking loudly, the emperor came slowly from the red carpet. All the civil and military officials stood neatly in the square. Everyone was wearing reddish robes, indicating today's joyous scene.

Yan Donghuang is sitting on the royal chariot, with stunning appearance and noble demeanor. He is dressed in a pure red dragon robe, which shows the grandness of the wedding ceremony.

Sitting next to her, Feng Yaoguang was handsome and natural-looking. He was also dressed in a red royal robe. He sat upright and upright. Against the backdrop of his gorgeous clothes, he looked even more majestic and majestic.

The imperial chariot stopped in front of the palace steps.

Yan Donghuang and Feng Yaoguang walked up the steps and entered the Fengtian Palace.

The atmosphere in the palace was a little strange.

Jimo Xi and the emperor sat on both sides of the main seat, and Yuan Xiumo stood with the ceremonial officer, with an expression that was obviously a little dissatisfied.

However, when Yan Donghuang and Feng Yaoguang came in together, he immediately changed his expression to a happy blessing, and looked at the most noble couple with gratification.