Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce Chapter 409: I am his woman 1

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Some days have passed.

The princess of Beiyuan Kingdom came to Beijing, and the whole capital was full of excitement and joy.

Ordinary people rushed out to watch, hoping to be lucky enough to see this exotic princess with their own eyes.

The grand and solemn procession slowly walked into the palace.

In addition to the wedding princess, the king of Beiyuan also came to Beijing.

The news about the wedding banquet in the palace reached the Eighth Prince's Mansion, which caught people off guard.

It is said that the candidate to marry Princess Beihara will be selected at the banquet. This is a very simple matter, but this time the marriage is a bit different from the tradition. Princess Beiyuan actually selected the person herself, and the emperor of Dongyue Kingdom also agreed.

As for who Princess Beihara will choose, there is no clue who she will be.

In the evening of that day, a grand banquet was held in the palace hall.

The decoration is luxurious and grand, and even the clothes of the palace people are brand new.

Sitting on the throne is the emperor of his country, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, his majesty is natural. The queen sitting on his left hand, the king of Beiyuan on the right, then the lower ones, the crown prince on the upper left, the crown prince, then the princes and princesses, princes and important ministers of the court.

The one on the right is basically an envoy from Beiyuan Kingdom.

In the middle, there is an empty stage, where a dancing girl is performing, and the sound of silk and bamboo is melodious.

Qu Tan'er took a general look at the surrounding situation.

There are no empty seats and everyone is basically here.

The only thing missing is the protagonist of this banquet—Princess Beihara. As for what you were going for?

It seems that we need to prepare a performance or something.

Finally, Qu Tan'er's eyes stopped curiously on the king of Beiyuan Kingdom. Brown hair, blue eyes, high nose, Caucasian...how rare! And she heard him chatting with the emperor, speaking Chinese, which was obviously a bit stiff, and the pronunciation was not very accurate, but it was understandable.

"Master, tell me, who will the princess choose to marry?" Jing Xin poured a cup of scented tea for Qu Tan'er and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know either. But..." Qu Tan'er looked at Mo Liancheng beside him, sighed and shook his head, unable to figure out anything about this matter. The man in her family looks too evil, I'm afraid something big is going to happen, alas. (PS: Comparing one's feelings with others, unless the princess is blind, she would not choose Mo Liancheng.)

"What if we really choose the prince?"

"Liangban, not bad." What should I do if I ask her? How does she know what to do?

"Master, aren't you worried?" Jing Xin felt slightly confused.

Qu Tan'er's little face suddenly came close to the center of the mirror, and she wilted. She asked angrily, "Do you see it? Are you worried or not?" She was worried, very worried, but she could stop someone willfully if she was worried. The emperor’s decision? The emperor is to blame. How could he agree to the condition that the princess of Beiyuan Kingdom choose her own husband?

Mo Liancheng sipped tea leisurely, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle.

"Bago, are you...worried?" Mo Jingxuan jumped several seats and moved to Mo Liancheng's table, squeezed in, and asked in a slightly lowered voice.

Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows and asked casually: "What do you think this king should worry about?"

Qu Tan'er curled her lips and interjected, "You know why you ask questions."

"Yes! Sister-in-law Eight is right, just pretending." Mo Jingxuan quickly wanted to be on the same side as Qu Tan'er and smiled weirdly.

Unexpectedly, a certain woman glanced at him and said rudely: "I was just talking about you."

"Uh? Why is it me?" Mo Jingxuan was confused, but there was a flash of embarrassment in his eyes.