The Handbook of Turning Over the Princess

Chapter 311 You Shouldn't Take Off Your Hijab Right Now

　"My concubine, please get off the sedan chair."

Mu Yanxi got up early in the morning.

She thought she was dreaming.

Having a ridiculous dream.

Until she was dragged into the new house by Mu Yunyan, she still had a vague sense of unreality.

She is married. . .

She is married to Rong Chu. .

What an absurd thing this is.

What she never dared to think about, and what she never could think about, became a reality.

The maidservant next to her yelled loudly, making her feel that this absurd dream became more and more ridiculous.

Mu Yunyan helped her to sit down by the bed, and said in a gentle voice, "Does the side concubine want some water? Yunyan will pour you some tea to moisten your mouth."

When she married into Prince Rong's Mansion, Mu Yunyan also came with her. On the surface, she was her personal maid, but at most Mu Yanxi only ordered her to do some things like serving tea and pouring water.

She knew that Mu Yunyan couldn't stay by her side for long.

Even if the daughter of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites is just a concubine, it is impossible for her to become a servant.

There are three concubines in the palace.

It is estimated that Rong Chu will at least give Mu Yunyan the position of a side concubine.

She hadn't had a sip of water since the morning, and Mu Yanxi was dying of thirst, and was about to nod her head. .

creak.

The door was gently pushed open.

Through a thin red veil, she saw Yun Xia coming in from the outside.

On this festive day today, Yun Xia also wore a water-red dress fitting the occasion.

With a smile on her face, she walked up to Mu Yanxi and bowed to her in a polite manner, "I have seen the side concubine."

They used to be friends with equal status, but now Yun Xia saluted her again.Calling herself a slave in front of her again, Mu Yanxi felt extremely embarrassed, reached out and pulled off the red hijab, glared at her and said, "What kind of slave is not a slave, I feel uncomfortable when I hear it, Yun Xia, we are friends, you You don't have to do that in front of me, I don't like it."

Yun Xia looked at her with a smile, and joked, "The bride tore off her hijab before the groom even came. The side concubine is indeed an extraordinary woman. It's being held up with ten miles of red makeup."

Mu Yunyan was taken aback by the way she pulled off her hijab.

She was raised in a deep boudoir since she was a child, and she received education such as "Women's Training" and "Women's Rules". It was the first time she saw the bride who lifted the hijab by herself.

She hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously, "Miss Concubine, Your Highness hasn't come yet, you...you can't take off the hijab now, can you?"

Mu Yanxi glanced at her, and said disapprovingly, "Who knows when he will come, maybe he will come back in the middle of the night, and I have to sit properly until then? Isn't that exhausting?"

As she spoke, she pinched her neck, which was sore from the weight of the heavy corolla, and simply reached out and took it off with the corolla.

Mu Yunyan was stunned by the shock, "My concubine, you, you can't do this."

Mu Yanxi threw the corolla on the bed, twisted her neck, and let out a long breath, "The corolla is so heavy that it almost crushed me to death, but it's much more comfortable now."

A few hours ago, she was wearing a flower crown that weighed more than ten pounds, and she was wearing a wedding dress that weighed more than ten catties, which made her almost out of breath.

　
(End of this chapter)