After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Before closing her eyes naturally, she still reminded him, "Xing'er feels uncomfortable and wants to rest for a while. Brother Yu, please don't disturb me."

Xie Tingyu's eyes were filled with a gentle smile: "Okay, Xing'er, go to sleep. Brother Yu won't disturb you."

After the woman closed her eyes, Xie Tingyu supported his chin and looked at his princess carefully.

The woman's skin was soft and fair, and in the ray of sunlight that filtered through the gap between the curtains, her face looked as white as jade. She had curved eyebrows and long eyelashes like two small fans, occasionally fluttering like two butterflies. She had a small nose and moist red lips, like a ripe cherry that was tempting to be picked.

He reached out to touch the woman's cheek, but just as he was about to touch her, his hand stopped.

He promised her not to quarrel with her, so he decided not to annoy her.

He would go to Nanyuan to rest tonight and make up for the belated wedding night with her.

Xie Tingyu felt a little regretful for a moment. He had never seen his princess in her wedding gown before, and she must have been incredibly beautiful. If only she could see it on their wedding day... how wonderful it would be!

Neither of the two people in the carriage noticed that not far behind the carriage, there was a black sedan following not too far away, following the carriage all the way to the palace gate.

The sedan chair bearer in the front row on the left whispered to the sedan chair bearer in the front row on the right: "Qiao Er, do you see the carriage in front? That's the carriage of Prince Jing's Mansion."

Qiao Er whispered, "Of course I know the carriage from Prince Jing's mansion. I'm not blind! How can I not see the huge word 'Jing' on it?"

Qiao Yi chuckled: "Then do you know who is sitting in the carriage?"

Qiao Er twitched his lips and said, "Qiao Yi, don't treat me like a fool. Of course, it's Prince Jing and Princess Jing sitting in the sedan chair!"

Following the carriage were Princess Jing's maid and Prince Jing's trusted servant!

They walk around every day, how could they not recognize each other?

Qiao Yi reminded quietly: "Do you still remember that Princess Jing wanted to marry our master? It seems that our master doesn't want her, and she has reconciled with Prince Jing!"

The two sedan bearers whispered quietly.

But every word of it reached the ears of the people in the sedan chair.

Fu Jiuli, dressed in a black robe with dark patterns, had been resting with his eyes closed, but now he opened them. He raised his hand to pull aside a corner of the small curtain on the sedan chair, and with a slight sideways glance, he saw the carriage in front of him.

After only a few breaths, he lowered the curtains again.

He closed his eyes again, hiding the sad look in his eyes.

When they arrived at the palace gate, Shen Nanxing opened his eyes and got off the carriage with Prince Jing.

The carriage can only go so far and cannot go any further.

Shen Nanxing raised her foot and was about to move forward. Just as she lifted her foot, she saw Xie Tingyu with a flattering smile on his face. He extended his hand towards her: "Xing'er, Brother Yu will accompany you to see the mother."

Shen Nanxing frowned and refused: "Your Majesty, please go see His Majesty first! His Majesty wants to discuss serious matters with you, please don't keep His Majesty waiting."

"It's okay, it's still early, I will accompany you to see the mother first."

After saying that, he ignored the woman's refusal and used some force to hold the woman's hand in his.

"My mother summoned you today. She must have heard about what happened in the court yesterday. She must be furious. I am worried about you going to see her alone."

There was one more thing he didn't say. Given his mother's personality, since she knew what Nanxing did in the court yesterday, she would definitely make things difficult for her.

Her mother's favorite way of making things difficult for people was to hide countless embroidery needles under a cushion. As long as people knelt on the cushion, their knees and calves would become bloody and painful.

He had seen his mother do this several times before, sometimes to the maids, sometimes to his father's concubines...

This time, I'm afraid she will use the same method on Nanxing.

It would be fine if it was at any other time, but it absolutely cannot happen today!

If Nanxing injured her knees and legs today, her wedding night would be greatly diminished.

Thinking of Nanxing's tempting red lips and fair skin, he couldn't help swallowing.