Today was the wedding day, and the royal palace was ablaze with peace. The royal ceremony was arranged well and the royal guard inside and outside the palace. Today's ceremony was a little hasty, but everything was still very good and beautiful. Mo Zicong wore a crimson wedding gown and walked slowly to the carriage. When she looked back, she saw Mo Ziyin standing in front with no expression on his face, as if he had seen off someone who had nothing to do with her. Mo Ziqin felt a little sad in her heart. Mo Zicong was the only one who had a blood relationship with him in the world. He used his own strength to manage the country well, but in the end, he got his suspicion, suspicion, and ruthlessness. She knew that he hated her. He hated her for sending away that woman, the woman he loved.
