Outside the prince's mansion, there were loud gongs and drums, and a long line of grooms was lined up from the street to the end of the street. The five-mile red makeup was very festive. On both sides of the street stood the onlookers, and they were all sighing about the wedding ceremony of Prince Ning.

Prince Ning married a concubine at the ceremony of marrying his wife.

The whole city was in heated discussion. When King Ning married Princess Ning, the whole ceremony could only be described as simple. There were less than ten people in the whole wedding procession.

At present, he was celebrating his concubine's marriage in the whole city.

Walking on a horse in front of the team, Prince Ning was dressed in a red wedding suit and looked handsome. His usual icy face was also melted by today's joy and was full of tenderness. His handsome eyes and brows could not hide his happy smile. His hands were tied to the reins, and the hooves were elegantly and steadily walking to the prince's mansion step by step.

When they arrived at the prince's mansion, he came over personally, lifted the curtain of the bridal sedan chair, gently lifted the bride, and entered the gate of the prince's mansion. The sound of firecrackers and gongs was very lively.

"The auspicious timing has arrived!"

The bride and groom stood in the hall. What a perfect couple!

However, before the crowd could cheer and bow, someone took a deep breath and the hall became quiet. A woman in a red dress walked out of the inner hall slowly. Her beautiful face was wearing light makeup, which made her look even more beautiful. However, her face was still a little pale, and she was not very stable when walking. Fortunately, she was supported by a maid.

Princess Ning, Ye Song.

Prince Ning followed the eyes of the guests and turned around. When he saw her, his originally bright smile disappeared in an instant, and it was as cold as ice.

Ye Song walked up to the main seat and sat down.

Prince Ning pursed his lips and said coldly, "Aren't you ill? It's not good. How did you get here from the backyard?"

Ye Song picked up a cup of tea and took a sip. There was a faint smile in his eyes. He said, "Your Highness, you're overjoyed today. I have to get up and congratulate you even if I only have one last breath left. There is a rule in the Northern Xia. If I can't get the blessing of the legal wife, I won't be happy. Therefore, I'm here to hold the wedding for you."

The guests were in an uproar. Most of them were officials in the imperial court. Anyone with gossip knew that Consort Ning, Ye Song, did not have a comfortable life in the manor. Moreover, she was a pushover who was at the mercy of others. She loved King Ning very much. Unexpectedly, she took the initiative to come out of King Ning's wedding today.

Prince Ning's face darkened. He stared at Ye Song, who was sitting on the main seat, as if he wanted to see through her heart through her innocent big eyes and know what she was going to do.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you." As long as Ye Song dared to play any tricks, he could guarantee that she would die a miserable death.

Ye Song smiled, rested his chin on his hand, and pouted. "There's a rule in the Northern Xia. If a concubine enters, His Highness will have to sit on it."

King Ning didn't even bother to look at her. He held the new concubine's hand and said, "No, I'll go with Mrs. Nan. Let's begin the ceremony."

The new concubine's surname was Nan, and her single name was Shu.

Nan Shu.

"That's fine," Ye Song replied.

Under the call of the bridesmaids, the two of them paid their respects to heaven and earth happily. Except for the two of them, the rest were outsiders.

When making tea, the bridesmaid brought a cup of hot tea to Nan Shu. Nan Shu paid his respects to the princess and said softly, "Sister, have some tea."

Ye Song reached out to pick her up. She felt dizzy for a long time and felt thirsty. He smiled and said, "We will be family in the future. You must serve His Highness well."

"I will keep it in mind."

However, when their hands collided, there was a sudden low cry. It was unknown who did not hold the cup of hot tea firmly. He turned it sideways and poured the hot tea out. The back of Ye Song's hand was also wet by Nan Shu's wedding dress.

Prince Ning quickly held Nan Shu's hand and asked nervously, "How is it? Did you get scalded?"

Nan Shu shook his head and sobbed, "I accidentally disturbed you."

Prince Ning glared at Ye Song with cold eyes and said word by word in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly, "Ye Song, don't think that I dare not touch you."

His cold and heartless face and cold eyes were obviously looking at his enemy.

Ye Song was not annoyed. He looked at Nan Shu with a smile and said, "Sorry, I didn't hold my hands firmly. I should apologize to you. Pei Qing, give me another cup of tea."

The maid beside him hurriedly handed him a cup of tea and asked Nan Shu to serve him another cup of tea. Pei Qing bit his lip tightly and lowered his eyes, hiding all his anger and unwillingness in his eyes.

After the tea ceremony, Nan Shu was sent to the bridal chamber.

Prince Ning immediately said, "Come on, My Lady is not feeling well. Take her to rest."

Ye Song turned around lightly with a hint of laziness in his voice. "No need. I can go back by myself. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Oh, by the way." After a few steps, he turned back and blinked at Prince Ning with a smile. "At least it's you who got married. Don't forget to ask someone to send a table of wine and food to my yard. I'm happy."

After that, he left.

The red figure was even more beautiful than the wedding dress in a trance. Her body was obviously weak, but it was straight.

Prince Ning clenched his fists. How dare the dead woman make trouble at his wedding?

On the way back, Pei Qing stroked the red mark on the back of Ye Song's hand, feeling both distressed and indignant. "Miss, I saw it clearly. It was Mrs. Nan who turned over the cup on purpose! Why didn't you say it?"

Ye Song glanced at her and said with a faint smile, "Does anyone believe it?"

"Damn it!"

Ye Song pinched the bun on Pei Qing's head and said, "I'm not in a hurry. When I think of Su Chen's aggrieved face, I feel happy. Let's go back and drink."

Pei Qing was pushed forward by Ye Song with his arms around his back. He secretly glanced at her and said coyly, "Miss... you seem to be different from before..."