The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

At night, the moon is at its highest point in the sky and everything is quiet.

In Haitang Garden, a black figure appeared and stood quietly in the courtyard, his eyes looking deeply towards Jiang Wantang's boudoir.

It was as if he wanted to see something through the wooden door.

At this moment, Jiang Wantang on the couch also opened his eyes.

Her eyes were clear, clearly not sleepy at all.

Jiang Wantang knew that Xiao Jingheng was outside, and the two were only separated by a door.

But this door separates their past and present lives.

Time has passed, and even at this moment, she still admits that Xiao Jingheng that year fascinated her too much.

She liked the way he looked when he was riding a horse and shooting arrows, the way he was bold and unrestrained, the way he looked like a young man full of vigor and ambition;

She also liked how he was gentle and considerate, with a smile on his face, and how he always brought little toys to make her happy;

Good and bad.

It's just a dream, it's hard to be perfect...

Now, Jiang Wantang didn’t know what Xiao Jingheng was thinking, nor did she want to find out.

She is not the type to like entanglements.

If you are heartless, I will give up.

I have worked hard and paid, and I can take it and let it go.

The next day, the morning light was dim.

Xiuzhu stretched and was about to call Jiang Wantang to get up, but he saw an exquisite rosewood box placed at the door.

She rubbed her eyes suspiciously, and after confirming that it wasn't an illusion, she picked up the wooden box and examined it from side to side for a few times, muttering softly, "This person... I really can't understand..."

Then she handed the wooden box to Jiang Wantang.

"Girl, who was that person last night? He stood in our yard for most of the night."

"It looks so pitiful."

Jiang Wantang lowered her eyes and looked at the wooden box in her hand without saying a word.

She raised her hand to open the box, and what came into view was an extremely delicate and luxurious crabapple flower hairpin and a piece of osmanthus candy wrapped in oil paper.

Jiang Wantang's eyelashes trembled, but the corners of her eyes still turned red.

She picked up the crabapple flower hairpin from the box, held it in her hand and rubbed it gently a few times, and the crabapple flowers on it came alive.

This hairpin, she is very familiar with it...

It was a token of love that Xiao Jingheng specially ordered someone to make for her after their wedding in the previous life. There is only one of its kind in the world.

He said that she was the one and only Begonia in the world.

If she guessed correctly, under each petal of this crabapple hairpin, there was a small, barely noticeable word "Tang" engraved.

Jiang Wantang looked at the side of the hairpin and saw the Chinese character "Tang" hidden in the patterns of the petals.

It turns out that he is back too!

No wonder……

All the previous doubts now become clear.

Xiuzhu saw that she was looking at him for a long time and very seriously, so he asked curiously, "Miss, do you really not know him?"

"He's just a familiar stranger."

After saying this, Jiang Wantang placed the hairpin back into the wooden box. She closed the box, placed it in Xiuzhu's hand, and said calmly, "Go to the Marquis of Pingyang's Mansion..."

She paused halfway through her words, then waved her hand and said, "Forget it, let's find a place to put it for now."

She originally wanted to ask Xiuzhu to send him back to Pingyang Marquis Mansion, but then she thought that in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, she decided to put it aside for the time being.

In the following days, except for Jiang Wanfu coming over from time to time to show off, the days of the few people in Haitang Garden were relatively ordinary.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is the day when Jiang Wantang will enter the palace for the selection.

It was also the wedding day of Jiang Wanfu and Xiao Jingheng.

March 16, the second year of Yongsheng.

As the sky brightened, the Prime Minister's Mansion was decorated with lights and red silk hung everywhere, full of festive atmosphere.

Jiang Wantang was awakened by all kinds of noisy noises early in the morning.

The maids also came early to help her wash and put on makeup.

Because she was selected to enter the palace, she could not wear flashy red, so she chose a long dress with pink pearl trim from a pile of gorgeous clothes.

Yun Shang was very skillful, so she personally put on makeup for Jiang Wantang and pinned the last pearl hairpin on her high bun.

She looked at the stunning woman in the bronze mirror and exclaimed sincerely, "Sister, you are so beautiful!"

“She looks good no matter how she dresses!”

Jiang Wantang smiled, as bright as the morning glow.

At that time, on the long streets of the capital.

Xiao Jingheng wore a bright red wedding gown, his face flushed and full of energy, and he personally went to the Prime Minister's residence to welcome his bride.

Four horses galloped side by side, there were eighty sets of ceremonial guards, and the streets were covered with red decorations for dozens of miles.

The onlookers were all surprised, and lamented that this young Marquis Xiao really valued Miss Jiang from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Someone exclaimed, "What a lively scene today! Look! Young Marquis Xiao actually went to the Prime Minister's residence to pick up his bride in person!"

Someone nodded in agreement: "That's right, Young Marquis Xiao is handsome, and Miss Jiang is dignified and beautiful. They have been childhood sweethearts and are in love with each other. It's a match made in heaven."

"How on earth can one achieve such perfect merit? Such good fortune is truly rare in this world!"

"..."

Everyone in Kyoto said that they were a perfect match made in heaven, an enviable pair of lovers.

Xiao Jingheng had a smile on his face all the way, but when he heard the people praising his friendship with Jiang Wanfu, he frowned slightly.

But as if he thought of something, a smile soon appeared on his lips again.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the groom was genuinely happy and beaming with joy.

Yes, who wouldn’t be happy to marry the woman he loves?

The attendants of the Marquis' Mansion kept distributing osmanthus candies and wedding money wrapped in red paper to the people nearby. As they passed by, everyone's faces were full of joy and they couldn't stop smiling.

Such a grand and majestic wedding reception is rare in Beijing.

Generally, the wedding candies given out by other wealthy families are just ordinary malt candies, but this is the first time I have seen them give out osmanthus candies.

It is especially rare in this season when osmanthus flowers are not in full bloom.

It is also rare.