"Empress Dowager's edict!"
"Feng Ge, the First Miss of the Lord Jinping's Manor, is gentle and respectful. She teaches and taught Chu Xian etiquette. She is conferred the title of Empress and enters the central palace."
"Feng Yin, the Second Miss of the Lord of Jinping's Manor. She is gentle and has a refined personality. She bestows marriage upon her as the wife of the sovereign of the court, Chu Yan."
"That's all!"
During the six years of Jing Yan, a decree from the Empress Dowager had caused a great commotion in the city.
The two young ladies of Lord Jin's Manor were married at the same time. One of them entered the main palace, and the other was the main consort of the prince's mansion. The whole court was full of glory and envy.
On the 16th day of the eighth lunar month, the Empress Dowager chose a good date for marriage.
The Mid-Autumn Festival had just ended and the joy had yet to dissipate. The two young ladies of Duke Jin's manor boarded the sedan on time. They were even more delighted than when they got married.
Two red and colorful luxury sedan chairs were carried out of the Jinping Manor at the same time. One in front and the other in the back, surrounded by red makeup, one in the palace and the other in the gate of the Regal Guards' Manor.
The streets and alleys of the capital were bustling with people, and they were eager to watch this unprecedented and prosperous wedding.
...
Prince Zhou's Manor, bridal chamber.
The woman was dressed in a red wedding dress with a phoenix crown on her head and a silk veil over her face. She was sitting on the red wedding bed.
The bridesmaids and two well-behaved maids stood aside silently with their heads down.
Faintly, the whispers of the maidservants could be heard outside the house.
Princess Yu is the Second Miss of Duke Jinping's Mansion. She is gentle, dignified, talented, and beautiful. When she was studying in Linglong's school, she was able to win the first place every year. She is the most talented woman in the capital. She matches Prince Yu very well.
"That's right. His Highness is not only the current emperor, but also the most handsome man in the Celestial Empire. His appearance and bearing are one in a million."
"Only an outstanding woman like the princess is worthy of someone like the prince."
"However, it is said that the princess' eldest sister is famous for being ugly..."
"Shh! Do you want to die? The one who entered the central palace today will be the Empress of Tian Chu from now on. How can we make it up at will..."
...
Feng Ge, who was under the silk veil, was stunned for a long time. For a moment, she did not know where she was.
She was originally a medical genius famous in the medical field in the 21st century. She had a good reputation of "the best hand brings the best back to life". No matter how difficult it was for her to perform the operation, she could always get rid of the bad luck.
A big tree catches the wind.
She had never expected that she would be killed because she refused to operate on a corrupt official. After finishing the operation at night, she was stabbed to death by a man whose face could not be seen clearly as soon as she left the hospital parking lot.
However, what was going on right now?
Feng Ge had just thought of this when she felt a sharp pain in her brain. Countless illusions flashed in front of her eyes, as if she was in a movie.
Before she could think about it, she heard a respectful voice.
Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations on your wedding!
"Your Highness, please pick up the wedding scale and pick up the wedding handkerchief. From now on, we will be happy. Love each other and we will grow old together."
"Yes." Then a low male voice sounded.
The voice was clear and cold, but the tone was as pleasant as jade beads.
Prince?
Feng Ge couldn't help but become curious.
But she had not figured out the current situation, so she could only sit still and wait and see.
Immediately after, a large hand that was as slender as a piece of cold jade reached into the tray in the hand of the bridal attendant. The tip of her finger lifted the wedding scale wrapped in red silk. She grasped it and casually lifted the red silk cap on Feng Ge's head.
As soon as she took off the bridal veil, she felt much more relaxed. As soon as she looked up, she was stunned.
Even though she had experienced many big scenes and seen countless handsome men and beautiful women, Feng Ge was still stunned by the man in front of her.
His features were well-defined, his nose was high, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. His sword-like eyebrows slanted into a few strands of black hair under his temples.
A pair of tempting peach blossoms, like a dark vortex, could not help falling into it at a glance.
He wore a red wedding dress embroidered with gold, and a wide belt with golden auspicious clouds around his waist. His black hair was tied up with a silver belt. There was no cap or hairpin. His posture was casual, but it subconsciously gave people a sense of oppression!
Even if he just stood quietly on the side, he could not hide Zhuo Er's heroic appearance and his kingly momentum.
At this moment, he was silently looking at her for a moment. His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a fierce aura suddenly shot toward her!
Feng Ge subconsciously turned her head to avoid looking at him. She didn't want to cause a commotion in the wedding room.
"Ah! Ghost!"
"She's not the princess!"
"Monster! She is a monster!"
...
The bridesmaids and maids standing on both sides retreated as if they had seen a ghost. Their fingers trembled as they pointed at her in horror.
Feng Ge was at a loss and was just about to ask when a large hand grabbed her neck. A bone-chilling coldness immediately spread throughout her entire body.
The man approached her and said sternly, "Do you want to be my wife like this? Dream on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly increased the strength of his grip on her. His eyes darkened a little, making people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Feng Ge's breathing began to quicken and her face turned from red to white. She was about to die and had no time to think about it. She instinctively raised her leg and kicked the man hard.
The man subconsciously let go of her neck and turned his body to avoid the blow, giving her a chance to breathe.
"Do you think I'm willing to marry you? How arrogant!"
She returned the favor as much as she could.
The man was caught off guard and did not expect that Feng Ge would retaliate. The kick she had just given him had hit the acupuncture point on his leg. If he had not dodged in time, he would have fallen to the ground and lost face.
Feng Ge had just gotten rid of her grip and did not dare to let her guard down. She immediately got up and took a few steps back, keeping a distance from the man.
The pain in her neck reminded her that the man in front of her really wanted to strangle her!
After the man avoided her attack, he stood steadily in front of her. His beautiful face suddenly darkened, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were quickly filled with a storm of anger.
Compared with the oppressive feeling just now, he was like a bloodthirsty Rakshasa at this time, and his whole body was covered with a fierce aura.
"How dare you kick me? I think you're tired of living!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he shifted his steps and swiftly attacked Feng Ge!
Feng Ge panicked as she retreated. At the same time, her head once again started to hurt violently.
The memory fragments that had flashed through her mind before were now re-arranged and poured straight into her mind.
She finally knew what had happened in front of her.
She had time-traveled.
From a medical genius to the first young miss of the Jinping manor, Feng Ge.
And the man in front of him was none other than Chu Yan, the world-renowned and awe-inspiring Prince of Chu.
A few days ago, the Empress Dowager had issued an imperial decree to bestow marriage upon the First Miss and Second Miss of the Jinping Estate. Among them, the Second Miss, Feng Yin, was bestowed with the position of consort to Chu Yan.
The Second Miss of the Jinping Manor, Feng Yin, was gentle and gentle. She had learned many things and was the number one talented woman in the world. The First Miss, Feng Ge, was known as the number one ugly woman.
Feng Ge was not only ugly in appearance, but she was also submissive in her actions. She didn't have the demeanor of the eldest sister of the prince's family. Compared to Feng Yin, she was like a cloud and mud.
The most annoying thing was the spider-like gray birthmark on her face. It was vivid and looked like a spider lying on its face, which was extremely horrifying.
How could she compare to the beautiful and talented Feng Yin?
However, no one had expected that on the day of the wedding, she and Feng Yin would take the wrong bridal sedan chair. Before Chu Yan picked up the bridal veil, he had never expected to see her like this.
No wonder he was so angry that he wanted to strangle her!
Looking at the furious man in front of her, Feng Ge felt that she had been wronged. It was not her intention to get in the wrong bridal sedan chair. The most important thing now was to solve this problem.
Seeing that Chu Yan was approaching her again, Feng Ge immediately raised her hand to stop him and said loudly, "Wait! Your Highness, the most important thing now is to send me to the palace as soon as possible and exchange for Princess Chu Zheng."
After saying that, Chu Yan stopped in his tracks and stared sharply at her for a while before turning around and striding out of the wedding room.
"Li Luo, prepare a carriage! Get out of the side door and don't alert anyone."
Someone answered and the footsteps went far away. Before long, the person returned to report, "Your Highness, everything is ready."
When Chu Yan returned to his room, he was already dressed in a black brocade robe. In a cold voice, he ordered, "Let's go. I'll send you back to the palace."
This time, Feng Ge only nodded and obediently followed behind him without saying anything else.
Although it was just a few words, she could vaguely feel Chu Yan's temperament. If she continued to speak, it would only provoke this man. It would be useless for her.
When Feng Ge had just gotten on the horse carriage and had yet to sit properly, a whip sounded and the horse carriage sped towards the palace without a sound.
Inside the car, Feng Ge used her back against the carriage and hid in a corner, trying her best to keep a distance from the man on the soft couch.
The man was idle and lying on the bed. His expression was indifferent, like an immortal, as if he was closing his eyes to rest.
Feng Ge was afraid that she would provoke him again, so she tried to breathe as gently as possible.
The man's breathing gradually became even. It seemed that he had already cooled down.
Feng Ge had just let out a soft breath when the man suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was cold as he said, "Heh, you dare to kick this king. I will remember this debt."
