The sharp princess: singled out the cold and charming prince

Chapter 1 Married into Donglin Eighth Prince's Mansion

The Palace of Eight Princes of the Donglin Dynasty——

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the golden glazed tiles of the Eight Princes Mansion, reflecting the dazzling light.

On both sides of the glazed tiles, there are two crouching dragons carved in gold lacquer, hovering above the palace with a proud posture of looking down on the world.

The lotus pond surrounded by pool water is green and clear, surrounded by white mist, with the illusion of being in a fairyland.

In the pavilion next to the lotus pond, there was a low and deep sound of the piano, which made people sound heavy and cold.

Dressed in a light purple brocade robe, the slender figure with a long back was sitting in front of a mahogany-colored guqin, his slender fingertips seemed to be plucking the strings at will, and there was a bit of inhumanity inadvertently revealed under his unmoving handsome face. Ruthless spirit.

The crown hair is tied high, the ink-colored black hair that is as long as running water runs along the back, the thin lips that are slightly pursed remain motionless, and the two thick and handsome eyebrows are slightly locked.

The three-dimensional facial features, as carved by a knife, give people an air of a king looking down on the world without knowing it. The straight bridge of the nose stands in the center of that cold and perfect handsome face, naturally showing a bit of alienation.

The sound of the piano continued, and behind him, at this moment, a young man in Tsing Yi fell.

The sound of landing was as light as falling leaves, but it could be easily caught by the man in the gazebo.

The thin lips moved slightly, and the thin lips that were originally pursed were slightly raised, and an indescribable coldness flashed across the gloomy eyes.

"My lord."

As the sound behind him fell, clean and slender fingers pressed the strings that were still plucking, and in an instant, the heavy sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

"Say."

Thin lips moved slightly.

"Princess Wanning's sedan chair has entered the city."

"arrive?"

A pleasant and deep voice came out of the mouth of the man sitting in front of the piano, and it was so steady without any rhythm.

"Yes, my lord."

"very good."

Two words, inexplicably cold.

His thin lips curled up, and he had already stood up from the front of the piano. He was seven feet tall, tall and perfect, and his slender figure was wrapped in a lavender brocade robe.

His cold eyes flickered slightly, and although there was a smile on his face, it made people feel cold and abnormal.

It's just such a casual expression and movement that seems to be able to kill someone while talking and laughing.

In the blink of an eye, the person had disappeared into the gazebo, leaving only the cold air lingering in the gazebo for a long time, and the man in Tsing Yi quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead after he left.

Today's Donglin Kingdom's capital is more lively than usual, and the streets are full of people from the capital, from the street to the end.

The reason is very simple, the current Emperor's Eighth Emperor's Uncle, the Eighth Prince Qianye Yunxuan who has great power in the government and the public is going to marry Princess Susukino Wanning of Nanli Kingdom, and today is the day when Princess Wanning enters the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

The send-off team, dressed in the wedding gowns of the Nanli Kingdom, arrived at the gate of the Eight Princes' Mansion soon after, and then the sedan chair was gently placed in front of the gate of the Eight Kings' Mansion.

What is astonishing is that the Eight Princes' Mansion, which should have been decorated with lanterns and festoons and hung with red silk, has nothing at this time.

Seeing this scene, the general at the head of the sending-off team frowned unhappily, stepped forward, and lowered his voice:
"Don't the Eighth Prince know that our princess is going to the city today? Why is there no prince, and why is the Eighth Prince's mansion dressed like this?"

The butler of the Eighth Prince's Mansion, who had been waiting for orders early in the morning, was smiling at the leading general, but his smile was a little stiff.

"Don't be angry, general, our lord has already ordered to open another door for the princess to enter."

(End of this chapter)