Female Transformation: I Run Away When I See the Female Lead

In the court, ministers made memorials one after another, each with an anxious look on their faces.

An old minister stepped forward, knelt, and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, please reconsider this matter! You must not make such a hasty decision regarding the Fourth Prince. Although the Fourth Prince has made mistakes, he has also served the court greatly in the past. Exiling him to a remote place like Zongcheng is truly inappropriate. I hope Your Majesty will revoke your decision."

Immediately afterwards, several more ministers stepped forward and echoed in unison, "Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince is of royal blood. We implore Your Majesty to reconsider and not to disappoint the Fourth Prince and the ministers."

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Fourth Prince has always been loyal to the court. The punishment this time is too severe. Please show leniency and give the Fourth Prince a chance to make amends." Another minister said earnestly.

For a time, voices in the court requested the emperor to change his decision on the Fourth Prince one after another, and everyone hoped that the emperor would change his mind.

The emperor listened to the ministers pleading for the Fourth Prince, his face darkened instantly, his eyes widened, and he slammed the armrest of the dragon throne and said angrily:

"I have made up my mind, and this matter is settled! Anyone who still has objections should go to Zongcheng with Prince Ye and reflect on their actions in that desolate place!"

The emperor's voice echoed in the court, carrying unquestionable majesty and anger.

The ministers were terrified by the emperor's words, and the once noisy court suddenly fell silent. They lowered their heads, not daring to say a word, fearing that they would anger the emperor and bring disaster upon themselves.

When Bai Chenye left the capital, he looked back in the direction of the imperial palace, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Bai Jin, one day, this king will not let you go. I will definitely settle this account with you!"

Qingyong City

"Old Four is cutting off his own retreat. I never thought of that."

Bai Chenyi was sitting in the study. When he heard that Bai Chenye was exiled, he shook his head slightly and said.

There was a hint of regret on his face, but there was also a hint of gloating in his eyes.

At the same time, in Jiudan City, Bai Chenyu sat in the courtyard, playing with a folding fan in his hand, and said disdainfully:

"Fourth Brother is still as foolish as ever. He actually angered Father at this critical moment and got himself into this situation. He deserves it."

Bai Jin had no choice but to stay in the palace obediently until the day of his wedding.

This period of waiting was simply torture for him, as he could neither go out nor see Jiang Yunjiu.

I was almost driven crazy by this sudden marriage.

Whenever I have free time, I will contact Jiang Yunjiu and ask him persistently:

"Jiang Yunjiu, how about we get married in a fake way? Just for show, and once this is over, we can go our separate ways and not interfere with each other. What do you think?"

He looked so anxious, as if this matter was imminent.

At the beginning, Jiang Yunjiu tried to control her temper. After hearing his words, she did not answer but just frowned.

This guy seemed to be possessed. Whenever he had free time, he would contact Jiang Yunjiu and bring up this issue. He kept muttering to himself like Tang Monk.

Jiang Yunjiu was really annoyed by his questions and couldn't help but get angry: "Bai Jin, are you done yet? You keep asking questions all day long. Aren't you annoying?" Her voice came through the communication talisman, full of anger.

Bai Jin was stunned for a moment after being yelled at by Jiang Yunjiu. He then touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly:

"Oh, I'm really anxious. If you don't want me to do this, I can think of other ways to deal with it sooner."

This was the first time Bai Jin felt Jiang Yunjiu's true anger. In the past, Jiang Yunjiu was always cool and calm, rarely showing his emotions. But this time, because Bai Jin asked too many questions, he became talkative and got angry.

His tone was filled with a hint of flattery and helplessness, and he said carefully: "Miss, don't be angry. I have been looking for you to discuss this because I really have no other choice."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Yunjiu became even more furious and hung up the call angrily with a "click", leaving Bai Jin staring at the silent communication talisman in a daze.

His face was full of annoyance and helplessness, and he muttered to himself: "It's over, it's over! This really pissed her off, what should I do?"

Bai Jin scratched his hair in annoyance and paced back and forth in the room, thinking about what to do next.

On the wedding day, the sun shone through the thin clouds and fell on the streets and alleys of the capital.

Jiang Yunjiu was dressed in a gorgeous red wedding dress and sat in her boudoir in the mansion outside the palace that was carefully arranged by the emperor.

Her makeup was delicate and her eyes and eyebrows were picturesque. To others, she seemed to be happy about getting married. However, only she knew that it was just an appearance.

There was a subtle hint of complex emotions in his eyes.

Looking at the red candles, beautiful flowers and wedding characters in the room, which made it look joyful, her heart did not share the festive atmosphere.

The maids around her were busy moving around, adjusting her skirt and headdress.

She just sat there quietly, looking out the window, waiting for Bai Jin to come and pick her up.

Jiang Yunjiu thought, "Although this marriage is a fake one, is it worth it?"

Thinking of this, she unconsciously tightened the handkerchief in her hand, and her knuckles turned slightly white due to the force.

She consoled herself by saying, "It's just a temporary solution. As long as we plan properly, we'll be able to get out of this unscathed."

Thinking of Bai Jin, she felt even more conflicted. Would they be able to get along well with this childish and serious person in the days to come?

Jiang Yunjiu sighed softly, the sigh barely audible in the quiet room. She shook her head, trying to suppress her chaotic thoughts for the time being, telling herself to take things one step at a time.

As for the future, we'll talk about it later. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, her eyes becoming firm again.

As Bai Jin came to pick up the bride, the sun shone generously on the bluestone streets of the capital, coating the ancient stone roads with a layer of light gold, making them sparkle.

The trees on both sides of the road are lush and green, with their emerald green branches and leaves intertwined with each other, like a bunch of natural big umbrellas.

The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if whispering an ancient story. The sound seemed to hide the vicissitudes and rise and fall of this city.

"Third Prince is truly lucky to have married a genius like Jiang Yunjiu," someone in the crowd muttered. Though the voice was quiet, it caused a small ripple in the crowd.

"A loser paired with a genius, this..." A monk curled his lips and said in a low voice, with a hint of disdain and confusion in his eyes.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense." The person next to him quickly pulled the corner of his clothes, signaling him to be careful with his words and actions.

A melodious bell sound came from the bell tower in the distance, heavy and steady, echoing over the entire capital, as if playing a sonata for this happy event.

Bai Jin was riding a snow-white horse, the horse held its head high and chest puffed out, and walked with a vigorous gait.

Bai Jin was wearing a festive bright red gown, a gold ribbon around his waist, and a jade crown on his head. His handsome face was even more dazzling in the sunlight.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly with a faint smile, and a long wedding procession followed behind him.

Bai Jin: His face was frozen with smile. If Jiang Yunjiu hadn't warned him not to run away from the marriage, he would have run away on the way here.

The gong and drummers in the procession beat with all their might, the festive sound resembling spring thunder, echoing throughout the streets and alleys. As the drumsticks swung, red silk fluttered in the wind, and each beat seemed to strike at the heart, stirring the hearts.

The people carrying the betrothal gifts walked in unison. Although the burden on their shoulders was heavy, their faces were filled with joy.

The red silk on the gift box fluttered in the wind, and the treasures in the box occasionally sparkled under the sunlight.