Her Highness Doesn’t Want to Work Hard Anymore

When Hua Manman and Li Ji returned to Prince Zhao's Mansion, it was already late at night.

There are still bright red lanterns hanging under the eaves of the palace, and red silk and satin hanging above the gate, which looks quite festive.

The guard at the door saw the prince came back, and hurried forward to greet him.

With the help of others, Li Ji got out of the car and sat firmly in the wheelchair.

Hua Manman pushed the wheelchair into the palace.

On the way, I met Gao Shan who came in a hurry. He looked really anxious and his forehead was sweating.

The moment he saw the prince, he fell to his knees with a plop as if he had seen a savior, and shouted in a crying voice.

"My lord, you are back!"

Tonight was supposed to be a great day for King Zhao and Han Ruren to get married. All the guests came after hearing the news. Even Princess Ningyang and the emperor sent people to send generous gifts. Who would have thought that King Zhao ran away during the marriage process? up!

He just left, poor Gao Shan had to stay and help deal with the mess.

Gao Shan not only had to appease Han Ruren's emotions, but also racked his brains to explain to the guests, and he was very busy.

If he hadn't been transferred to Prince Zhao's mansion by the emperor, he really wanted to leave. Who cares about these crap? !

However, Li Ji himself did not have the awareness that he should have after causing trouble, and he still looked lazy, as if everything that happened in the palace had nothing to do with him.

He asked slowly, "Has everyone been sent away?"

Gao Shan hurriedly said: "The guests have all gone back, and the slaves pushed that the prince left temporarily because of some urgent personal matters."

This statement is too vague, and it is estimated that many people will not believe it.

But he did his best.

The incident happened so suddenly that he didn't have time to prepare a more comprehensive speech.

Li Ji didn't seem to care about the consequences of running away from marriage at all, and yawned lazily.

"That's it, my king is tired."

Gao Shan hurriedly said: "This servant will take you to the Emerald Pavilion to rest."

Li Ji: "What are you doing in the Emerald Pavilion?"

Now it was Gao Shan's turn to be at a loss.

He subconsciously said, "Han Ruren lives in the Emerald Pavilion."

Li Ji asked back: "What does where she lives have anything to do with this king?"

Gao Shan was immediately dumbfounded.

No, tonight is a great day for Han Ruren and King Zhao's bridal chamber. Shouldn't King Zhao spend the night at Han Ruren's place?

Li Ji heard the voice of the other party, but he was not in the mood to explain the other party's confusion.

He said something to Hua Manman.

"Go back to Shanhaiju."

Gao Shan was left where he was.

He stared blankly at the backs of King Zhao and Hua Ruren leaving, and only sighed softly after a long time.

It was thought that after Han Ruren entered the mansion, he would be able to share part of King Zhao's favor.

Now it seems that he underestimated Hua Ruren's ability.

From King Zhao's attitude, it can be clearly seen that for a long time to come, Hua Ruren will still occupy the most favored position in King Zhao's Mansion.

Inside the Emerald Pavilion.

Han Zhen'er was wearing a silver-red dress with large sleeves, and she was sitting on the bed covered with a big red brocade quilt. The long skirt hung down on the ground, stacking layers of brilliance.

Under the reflection of the warm yellow candlelight, it could be seen that her eyes were a little red, as if she had just cried.

Tonight was originally the most important day in her life, but she never expected that her husband would run away on the way to get married!

Leaving her alone to face everyone's pointing and pointing.

She almost broke down.

Fortunately, her willpower is still strong, she just gritted her teeth and survived.

Just now Xing Yu came to tell her that King Zhao was back.

Han Zhen'er immediately cheered up, tried to turn her eyes red, and squeezed out two tears, making herself look extraordinarily pitiful.