Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"..."

The little guy is a little depressed...

But according to the etiquette of this wedding, her hijab has not been lifted, which means that the ceremony has not been completed, and she cannot speak at this time.

Can only make two gestures silently.

"Ah."

The man sneered again.

In the next second, Xiang Xing only felt a violent palm wind rushing toward her face, which made her tremble slightly, and subconsciously wanted to hide.

However, the palm wind just swiftly passed in front of her.

But in a moment, the hipa covered on the little guy's head went with the wind and received the man's hand.

She couldn't help being startled.

Immediately raised his soft eyes and looked at the young emperor.

He has a perfectly contoured facial features and a very handsome and beautiful face.

However, despite wearing an emperor's exclusive wedding gown, the gloomy air lingering between his eyebrows and eyes has not been concealed much by the joy.

The slender eyes drooped slightly, and he turned around quickly before half looking at her.

"If you are also forced, if you want to go, lonely will be happy to fulfill you."

First Ci smiled, his eyes flicked out the window, staring into the night.

"Five days later, the queen Xiang Clan became ill and died suddenly... At that time, the lonely person can send you out of the palace and fly with you."

"……what?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xing was a little startled.

This……

So, if the original lady from the previous life wanted to leave, she could just say no to the emperor?

You can't use that fake death medicine at all, and you won't cause that kind of nonsensical oolong...

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but mourned for a second of silence for the original master sister in his heart.

Of course, this so-called flying far away may also be directly killed by the emperor.

Ugh.

After sighing, Xiang Xing took another deep breath.

He straightened up his body, his voice was soft and serious, "The emperor, I... my concubine doesn't want to leave."

"Oh?"

The first speech paused, and Jun Yan turned back a little.

The shallow and thin corners of the lips faintly clicked, and his voice suddenly became heavy, "If you don't leave, you can only go to the Cihua Palace."

He thought for a while, and added another sentence, "There are many daughters of your father's enemies there."

"...The concubine knows."

Xiang Xing nodded lightly.

Cihua Palace, isn't it the cold palace where a lot of young ladies live in the plot.

Indeed, there were several sad women who didn't want to be concubines, but were forcibly stuffed in by the Queen Mother Luo and Xiang Qian.

When she goes, it is also equivalent to losing power, and it will be a ghost if she doesn't wear little shoes.

Moreover, there is a dead end wherever you go anyway.

It would be better to offend him directly and die in his hands. The big deal is to change the world or something...

After thinking about it, the little guy curled his mouth, his little head tilted slightly.

Continue to be bold, "The emperor, don't the concubines have a way to stay without going to the cold palace?"

Hearing that, the first part's figure stagnated for a moment.

I couldn't help bowing my head and sneered coldly: "In other words, do you want to sit firmly as the queen?"

As he said, he finally turned back.

He looked down towards Xiang Xing slightly.

But it seemed to be slightly startled, frowning his eyebrows.

Weird.

It's not that he has never seen this daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

If I remember correctly, I saw her roughly in Xiangfu that day. Not only did she never give him a straight eye, she even looked so mundanely light.

It seemed that the next day, he would shave his hair at Hanxiang Temple and become a nun.