That is, when Han Yongrui brought one woman after another into the palace, she decided to alienate each other.

Although the other party is now the emperor, she still has something of her own, which was snatched away by others and contaminated with a strange atmosphere, which made her angry and a little sad.

However, hearing his mother say that he has always been clean and self-loving, it is undeniable that there is a secret joy in her heart, although it is rare, but it is real.

Nor would she doubt her mother's words.

When Jiang Shuning was silent, Chen Mengtian and Jiang Zebei were observing her.

After all, it is their daughter, and they still know their temperament, and the silence at this time has already doomed the final result.

Yan An, who was still kneeling in the hall, saw that the county lord was silent, he quickly took out the holy decree with his hand and walked towards Jiang Shuning.

Only then did he stop at the feet of the other party, and he respectfully raised the Red Ming and Yellow Sacred Decree with both hands.

"County Lord, this is the emperor's ...... for you."

He was just about to say the holy decree, but he paused abruptly and quickly turned a corner, "This is your letter of request for marriage, county lord, the emperor ordered the palace people to repair the Fengqi Palace up and down early in the morning, and be sure to dress up according to your preferences before you enter the palace." ”

Jiang Shuning squinted and lowered his eyes, looking at Yan An who was kneeling at his feet, with a dark and uncertain look in his eyes.

Jiang Shuning, who is now almost sixteen, although she is as simple as ever, she is not a fool.

Many things are clear, and the mother's previous remarks and the holy decree handed to me at this moment represent extraordinary significance.

Prince Jin is now in the court, secretly fighting against the emperor everywhere, and he is likely to collude with the vassal kings of various places.

Now she is still clear about the situation in the capital, the daughter of the King of Jin almost married her father back then, and the princess of Jin is still the Tong family of the Zhu Shi clan more than ten years ago.

Their family is not a fuel-efficient lamp, especially after the death of the emperor three years ago, Prince Jin's style of behavior can be described as rampant.

Now the royal family and the Marquis of Wu'an seem to be as peaceful as they were many years ago, but this is only the surface.

For so many years, Wu'anhou has been ignoring everything, and the precipitation of time seems to make everyone forget the power of Wu'an's Houfu, and also forget that the former emperor was supported by Wu'anhou's Mansion to sit on the throne.

Han Yongrui wanted to marry her, but he wanted to borrow the power of the Hou Mansion to show outsiders to deter them.

Jiang Shuning thought a lot in her mind, and she slowly stretched out her hand......

For the sake of the attachment in her heart, for the friendship she has had over the years, she reached out and took the holy decree.

She is confident that if everything is like a mirror, she also has the confidence to leave with her whole body.

"You go back and tell the emperor, this time I, Jiang Shuning, received the holy decree, in order to help him solve the problem, if I want to leave, he dares to block my way, don't blame me for turning my face and being ruthless!"

"Yes, yes, yes! The minion must have brought the words of the county lord. ”

Yan An saw that the county lord had received the holy decree, and he didn't care about anything else, as long as the county lord received the will, his task this time would be properly completed.

"Yo! Sister, is this going to the palace? When I see you in the future, junior brother, won't I still have to kneel down and salute? ”

A pleasant, elegant voice with a bit of banter sounded from outside the hall.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the place where the voice sounded.

I saw a young man in white dressed in white with picturesque eyebrows, lazily leaning on the door frame.

"An'er! How to speak! ”

Chen Mengtian's voice was pretended, but his face was doting.

Jiang Lan'an glanced at Yan An coldly, and his eyebrows and eyes showed a dull color.