The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 223 Finale
As soon as he finished speaking, Daoist Yun Sheng drew his fingers together and cut the palms of the three people. He then formed a hand seal and chanted a spell. Blood flowed slowly in the air, and a purple aura also emerged from Ye Jinchen's forehead, merging with the blood in the air and flowing into the heart of the War Ghost.

The war demon's skin changed from its original cold, bluish-gray to a dull color. Suddenly, it frowned and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Hold him down!" Daoist Yun Sheng frowned and ordered Ye Jinchen.

Ye Jinchen focused his mind and pinned the warrior's wrists behind his back. The touch of his unique royal bloodline made the warrior dare not struggle. He just trembled all over, waiting for an opportunity to strike. His eyes were wide open and his teeth were chattering.

"Sheng Yuting! Return, soul!" Daoist Yunsheng extracted the soul from the hairpin in Sheng Yunqing's hand and introduced it into the body of the war ghost.

The smoky blue mist poured into the seven orifices of the war demon, and Sheng Yuting's pale face gradually turned into a healthy bronze color, with a healthy red on his cheeks.

He slowly came to his senses and looked at the three children in front of him.

"Qing'er... Hua'er... Xiao'er..." The hoarse and broken voice brought tears to the eyes of the three of them.

After releasing his grip, Ye Jinchen steadily supported the limp Sheng Yuting and helped him sit on the ground.

"Daddy!"

The three of them rushed over, and Sheng Yunqing hugged him tightly, pressing her ear to his heart to listen to the intense and vigorous heartbeat, and burst into tears.

The figure she could only see in her dreams has finally returned to her side in reality!

"Qing'er, I never thought... I could still hold you... I could still hold all of you..." Sheng Jinhua and Sheng Xiao also pressed themselves against her, and the four of them wept uncontrollably.

Three months later.

Winter snow melts, and warm spring arrives.

Sheng Yuting was granted the title of Marquis of Zhenguo by Ye Jinfeng and built a new mansion adjacent to the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion.

In the capital, apricot blossoms fall in abundance, and in the newly built Marquis's mansion, the sound of swords clashing echoes in the courtyard.

Sheng Yuting was instructing Sheng Yi on his swordsmanship, and the crisp "clanging" sounds kept coming.

"Brother! It's been so long since we've sparred!" Sheng Yukun laughed heartily and walked over with his sword in hand.

"Come, come, let's see if your swordsmanship has improved!" Sheng Yuting looked at his younger brother with a hearty smile.

Sheng Yunqing sat in the octagonal pavilion, gazing at the two in a daze, her hands resting on her chin as if admiring some scenery.

"Elder sister, it's time to teach me to play the pipa." Sheng Jinhua, standing beside Sheng Yunqing, tugged at her sleeve, acting clingy and spoiled, just like when they were little.

Sheng Yunqing raised her hand and gently pinched her little nose, saying, "Okay, okay."

"Her Majesty the Empress Dowager has arrived!" As the eunuch's voice rang out, everyone rose to greet her.

May Your Majesty the Empress Dowager enjoy boundless blessings and peace.

The Empress Dowager, dressed in a phoenix robe and leaning on a phoenix cane, slowly walked to the front of the crowd. Looking at Sheng Yuting, she smiled and said, "Lord Zhenguo, after a period of rest, you seem to be in good health these days."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Being able to reunite with my family is my greatest happiness."

"I suppose Lady Xia's spirit can rest in peace now," the Empress Dowager sighed softly. "It's a rare occasion for your family to be reunited, but I wonder if the Marquis of Zhenguo is willing to let his daughter marry?"

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yunqing raised her eyes, her gaze filled with anticipation.

Sheng Yuting raised an eyebrow and said, "Your Majesty the Empress Dowager, what is this...?"

The Empress Dowager took Sheng Yunqing's hand and said, "Qing'er, due to some misunderstandings, your engagement with Chen'er was canceled. Later, due to the war, it was delayed for some time. Now that the country is peaceful and prosperous, I would like to bestow a marriage upon you and Chen'er."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yunqing's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ten days later.

Dewdrops fell from apricot blossoms, glistening in the morning light, while the sound of firecrackers echoed throughout the capital.

Sheng Yunqing sat upright in front of the dressing table, gazing at her exquisitely dressed appearance in the bronze mirror. The beaded curtain on her crown hung down on her face, swaying and making a spiritual sound.

Sheng Jinhua personally did her hair and makeup, and said with a smile, "Elder sister is the most beautiful bride I have ever seen!"

Sitting in the bridal sedan chair of the wedding procession, Ye Jinchen, dressed in an exquisite embroidered python wedding gown, rode a fine horse at the head of the procession.

The spring breeze caressed his unbound long hair, and his jade-like face lost its usual coldness and sharpness. The smile on his thin lips captivated the spring breeze, making him seem like a celestial being descended to earth.

The girls in the teahouse stopped and sighed, while Ming Yulan was crying her eyes out in a corner.

"I, Ye Jinchen, will only marry Sheng Yunqing in this life." At the banquet a few days ago, Ye Jinchen held Sheng Yunqing's hand tightly and raised it, making a vow in front of the Empress Dowager.

Thinking of this, Ming Yulan, who had been hoping to marry into the Ye Prince's mansion as a concubine, started to sob again, raising her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

The wedding night is filled with joy and happiness.

Inside the Prince Ye's residence, Sheng Yunqing sat upright on the bed, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. The moment the door was pushed open, Sheng Yunqing's heart skipped a beat.

Ye Jinchen slowly walked up to her, lifted the beaded curtain in front of her with his fingertips, and tucked it behind his ear.

Looking at Sheng Yunqing in her phoenix coronet and wedding gown, he was slightly dazed.

Sheng Yunqing's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Ye Jinchen suddenly squatted down, startling Sheng Yunqing, who shrank back: "W-what are you doing?"

Ye Jinchen stared blankly, grabbed her wrist, and pressed his hands to his face, saying, "Qing'er, pinch me, is this a dream?"

Sheng Yunqing couldn't help but chuckle softly, then gritted her teeth and pinched him fiercely, asking, "Does it hurt?"

Ye Jinchen looked up at her, gazing into her bright, lively eyes, which were illuminated by the candlelight.

What a nice view.

"Ye Jinchen, are you in pain?" Sheng Yunqing asked with a smile, looking at his blank, wooden face.

"Smells so good..." Ye Jinchen said, then suddenly got up, threw her onto the bed, and kissed her lips.

"Ye Jinchen! Don't panic!"

Amid Sheng Yunqing's exclamation, the curtains quietly fell, casting an ambiguous atmosphere.

The Western Shu Kingdom.

The apricot blossoms outside Yaoke Palace are in bloom.

Mu Zhixing sat in front of the window, watching the apricot blossoms fall in the wind, creating faint ripples on the pond.

She gave a faint smile, but her almond-shaped eyes were dim.

She stretched her slender hand out of the window, and a pale pink apricot blossom landed in her palm. She said softly, "The apricot blossoms at Prince Zhu Luo's residence must be in bloom by now."

Sheng Xiao, dressed in a black outfit, leaned against the window with his arms crossed: "I heard from my elder sister that Zhu Luo is preparing to marry the Crown Prince's new Crown Princess."

Mu Zhixing was slightly taken aback, her beautiful eyes lowered, but she still managed a forced smile and said, "Is that so..."

She bit her lip hard, looked up at the apricot blossoms on the tree, and felt a bitter taste in her throat.

He'll forget her soon...

"I just heard in the previous court that the matter of the Holy Maiden was a misunderstanding. You are not the Holy Maiden, and the Emperor intends to make you a princess for a peace marriage with a neighboring country."

Mu Zhixing's gaze paused slightly before she asked, "Where will you marry?"

Sheng Xiao sighed softly and said, "It's still too early to tell."

"Imperial decree has arrived! Third Princess, receive the decree!"

The eunuch's high-pitched voice broke the silence, and Mu Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, her brows furrowing.

She slowly stood up, walked outside, and knelt down: "Your subject obeys the decree."

The eunuch unfolded the imperial edict and said, "By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Princess Yaoke Roujia Weize is of noble bearing and beautiful appearance. Now that the two kingdoms of Western Shu and Zhuluo have made peace and formed an eternal alliance, she is hereby specially granted the title of Princess for a marriage alliance and is to be married to Prince Ye Jingnian of Zhuluo, in order to strengthen the friendship between the two countries. An auspicious day will be chosen for the wedding. This is the imperial decree!"

The eunuch's voice echoed throughout Yao Ke Palace. Mu Zhixing's eyes widened slightly, her eyes reddened, and as she smiled, two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

"My son, I accept the decree!"

half a month later.

Apricot blossoms fell in abundance in the capital of Zhu Luo, and the wedding procession was a grand and imposing affair.

When Mu Zhixing returned to her old haunts, a red ring appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Covered with a bridal veil, she sat on the bed, growing increasingly anxious with each passing moment.

She swallowed hard when she heard those familiar footsteps.

The moment the bridal veil was lifted, Ye Jingnian, dressed in a black wedding gown, looked at her with a pair of phoenix eyes filled with laughter. He pinched her cheek with his slender fingers and lifted it up, saying, "How come I didn't know that there was such a beautiful princess in Western Shu?"

His fingertips caressed her flushed cheeks, and he smiled slightly, saying, "Is the rouge a little too red?"

"Your Highness..." Mu Zhixing's eyes reddened as she stood up and threw herself into his arms.

Ye Jingnian staggered back a step, raised his hand to stroke her hair, and said in a slightly hoarse voice that he himself did not notice: "Welcome back, Crown Princess."