The princess is a flirt, and the prince loves her dearly

In front of the gate of Prince Xuanyang's Palace, the people who came to watch the fun surrounded the sedan chair in the middle.

Ye Fan was dressed in wedding clothes, his face full of joy and excitement as he looked at Su Yuyan behind the curtain of the sedan chair.

Even though the view was blocked by the bright red curtains, he seemed to have X-ray vision and could see his beloved.

Joy is no longer as loud as it is on the road.

Only the faint sounds of festive string music remain.

The matchmaker shouted loudly and started the formality.

In front of everyone's witness, Ye Fan held the other side of the hydrangea, led Su Yuyan out of the sedan chair, and led her into the wedding hall of the palace.

The guests in the wedding hall stood on both sides, smiling as they watched Ye Fan and his partner stand side by side. Ye Fan could not hide his excitement.

"Yan'er, Yan'er, you are mine."

"How's the evening?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and his heart settled down.

"Don't worry, Yan'er. I believe Wanwan has already left here and is heading to the capital."

The words fell.

Su Yuyan sneered and then pulled off her veil, causing an uproar.

There was also a sneer from outside the wedding hall, "Is Prince Xuanyang so sure that this princess is dead?"

With just a sound, the moment Ye Fan suddenly turned around, Su Yuyan quickly picked up the dagger and slashed towards his neck.

No mercy at all.

However, Su Yuyan, who had no internal strength, was still a little slow.

Ye Fan, who subconsciously sensed the danger, grabbed his wrist.

The excitement in his eyes was gone, only anger remained, "Yan'er! What are you doing?!"

"What? To kill you, of course!"

"Are you lying to me?!"

"You are the one who lied! If you want to marry my mother, why don't you find a ditch to look at yourself and see what you look like!"

Ye Fan suddenly turned around and saw Jiang Wan walking into the wedding hall step by step with a bloody head in his hand.

The blood that dripped onto the ground stretched out in a straight line.

The sight of the woman's head with her eyes wide open after death terrified the guests.

Bad thoughts were flooding my mind.

At this moment, Ye Fan woke up.

Return to the facts before you from the state of being immersed in beauty and thinking you are in control of everything.

His eyes glared at Jiang Wan, "Are you lying to me too?"

"Has King Xuanyang become stupid now? My presence here has given King Xuanyang two holes to display his abilities."

"Jiang Wan! You...ah..."

The pain came and the hand that was holding Su Yuyan fell to the ground. Under Ye Fan's ferocious gaze, he saw Murong Yu pulling Su Yuyan behind him.

He said: "Don't worry, aunt, your nephew will protect you."

This voice and this sentence were familiar to her. She nodded with red eyes, "Ayu has grown up."

Ye Fan was shocked, and he glared at Murong Yu while enduring the pain of a broken hand, "You are lying to me too?!"

Murong Yu smiled as if bathed in spring breeze, "Just as Wanwan said, you are the one who lied!"

“You, you guys…!”

Looking around, the guests who saw that things were not going well retreated to safe places such as corners and behind tables.

The rest of the people gathered around him, each with a cold look on their face.

The moments of ups and downs, the moments of breaking down and collapse are not enough to describe Ye Fan’s mood at this moment.

He planned for many years and finally got the result.

However, when he was filled with joy, he suffered the bitter fruit that he subconsciously feared and worried about the most.

With a roar, Ye Fan's eyes turned red and he stared at Su Yuyan like a ghost.

But I still hold on to the last glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope that is just a dream.

Ye Fan frantically wiped the blood off his good hand on his clothes, and tremblingly reached out to Su Yuyan, "Come here, Yan'er, as long as you come back to me, I promise, I promise to let them go, okay?"

A hint of pleading flashed in Ye Fan's red eyes.

Su Yuyan walked out from behind Murong Yu and stared at him intently, "I, Su Yuyan! Princess Lancang Murong Ying, will only be the wife of Lingyue Jiang Minghe in this life! I will never be attracted to anyone else!"

Hatred surged out, hitting the fact that Ye Fan felt the most inferior and avoided in his heart, "You! Don't! Deserve It!"

The guests hiding in the corner were shocked when they heard this. They would never have thought that Ye Fan wanted to steal someone else's wife?

Jiang Minghe’s wife is actually Princess Lancang?

When looking at Jiang Wan, they didn't recognize her, but they never thought that she was Jiang Minghe's daughter!

Ye Fan was stimulated by these three words and laughed crazily: "Hahahaha! I am not worthy?"

Then he revealed a horrifying face of struggle, "I will make all of you die with me! Including you! Su Yuyan!"

Then, Ye Fan revealed a crazy look, "Someone come! Don't leave any one alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the secret guards hidden everywhere in Prince Xuanyang's palace showed up one after another.

In just a moment, the sounds of killing and screaming were everywhere.

The guests huddled in the corner, trembling in fear, praying, "Don't come over, don't kill me." Some even fainted from fright when swords were swung at them one after another.

Ye Fan tore off a strip of cloth to wrap the severed hand, then pushed the wheelchair towards the chaotic battlefield.

Su Yuyan was firmly protected by Murong Yu behind her.

Jiang Wan stood opposite Ye Fan, and both of them showed murderous intent and hatred in their eyes.

At this moment, Ye Fan hated Jiang Wan more than Jiang Minghe.

Hate her birth, hate her appearance, hate her intelligence!

Ye Fan stared at Jiang Wan with hatred and mocked, "How can you? You think you can overturn my plan that I have been making for so many years? You are dreaming!"

"Whether this lady can do it or not, it is better to ask King Xuanyang to see it for himself!"