Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

They swapped drinks and handed over a glass of wine.

The people at the palace were relieved.

They have long heard that His Royal Highness is accustomed to staying at the Buddha Gate and is not attracted to things like women.

There are so many of them, many by Her Majesty's Queen, and Her Majesty's Ladyship. Don't let His Royal Highness do anything inconsistent when you get married and give the Princess face.

Now, Your Highness, although this reaction is cooler, it is still a few weeks of courtesy, so as not to discredit the princess.

Zhan Ming stood up again and looked at Zhao sitting quietly on the wedding bed. He tried to restrain the urge to hug her in the past. He said faintly: "You have to go out once more and take care of the princess. ”

There's a big banquet out there, and he's the groom, always going to show up.

The people of the palace who served them were in a hurry.

When Zhang Ming left, Azhao softened his breath and said: "Quickly, someone remove this for me. ”

She pointed to the crown on her finger and her neck was almost unconscious.

The palace came to remove her cumbersome ornaments, changed her gorgeous dress, washed her face with makeup, redrawn her everyday makeup and changed her normal clothes.

“All right, you all go down.” A dozen eyes in this room are staring at themselves, and it's really unpleasant.

Nobody moved at once.

Zhao: “...”

She looked up, looked around, and the tone was gentle: "What's wrong, my princess's words don't work? ”

"If the slaves do not dare, the slaves will be outside the palace. If the Princess needs anything, just give her a shout. ”

Now, with the exception of corals and pearls, the others have gone clean.

Finally quiet.

They were accustomed to serving Azhao. As soon as someone left, the coral walked behind Azhao and skillfully pinched her shoulder and neck. The pearl brought a cup of tea and went to pick up some snacks.

Zhao took a nice sip of tea and mumbled: “Or are you sweet? I'm starving to death..."

Before I finished, I was interrupted by the coral: "Mother, don't say those ominous words. ”

Zhao: “...”

“Okay.” She whispered, “I'm starving. ”

Coral: “…”

The word doesn't really go anywhere.

Zhan Ming returned quickly.

But a tea job.

In theory, he shouldn't be so fast. It's just that His Royal Highness's cold and hard to come close to fame comes out. Even on such a happy day, he doesn't see much joy.

The ministers who wanted to get together and climb in love met him, he was a little angry. His peers' brother-in-law's brother-in-law was more forthright. The arson before him, too, the Emperor pulled out the work of a dissident prince. In the past, the spoiled basics were dispensed away, and the rest, they were not very accommodating to people.

The results are predictable.

Nobody dares to leave when they see him leaving.

Nor does anyone believe that His Royal Highness is eager to meet the Princess.

Why is that?

Isn't the prince an indecisive monk?

He must have been tired of this reward, and he didn't like to change the cup before leaving bored. Everyone thinks so from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhao was still happily stripping peanuts from his bed because Zhan Ming returned so quickly.

When Zhan Ming pushed the door in, he saw a bride with a little peanut red coat on the corner of her mouth.