The spectators at the wedding hall walked around and dispersed, waiting for tonight's wedding banquet to be finished before leaving Prince Yi's Mansion.

Zhai Xiying has always had his own way of doing things, and he doesn't even bother being the master of ceremonies. The show he wanted has been performed, and Zhai Xiyou's wedding has nothing to do with him.

"Let's go back home." Zhai Xiying wrapped her arms around Youruo's waist and pulled her out of the wedding hall.

"Wait a minute, do you want to talk to the imperial concubine?" Leave? It's exactly what Youruo wants. She has been busy for four or five hours since getting up, and she can hardly stand on her feet.

Zhai Xiying shook her head, "No need."

When the two left Prince Yi's Mansion, the people on the street had not yet dispersed. The servants from Prince Yi's Mansion were distributing wedding gifts, and everyone was present.

Zhai Xiying glanced at the bustling street from the corner of her eyes, then held Youruo's waist and flew across the eaves.

On the way, Zhai Xiying asked a question calmly, "What kind of wedding do you want?"

Youruo raised his eyebrows, expressing doubt.

"Don't you women always have fantasies?" Because Zhai Xiying was holding Youruo, Youruo was level with him at the moment, turning his head to meet her eyes.

"You can't give me anything for my wedding, and you can't afford it!" Youruo turned her head, not wanting to look into Zhai Xiying's deep eyes.

Those eyes were always filled with magic power, as if they were trying to suck You Ruo into the bottomless pit of his eyes. If You Ruo hadn't been mentally resistant to stress, she would have been fascinated by Zhai Xiying long ago.

"You didn't say anything, how could you know that this king can't afford it!" Zhai Xiying's arrogant and rampant aura made the people passing by feel a flash of strong aura pressing down on them.

The two of them were flying in the air, and Zhai Xiying seemed to regard the people on the ground as ants, like a big devil who could crush them at will.

You Ruo recalled that in the 21st century, she once imagined herself wearing a wedding dress and stepping into the church. Unfortunately, there was no church here, let alone a wedding dress. She couldn't help but sigh.

"Why are you helpless?"

"It's a lot, I can't explain it, you don't understand!" Youruo's answer was simple and clear.

Zhai Xiying frowned, he knew what You wanted. But now that he was sincere about it, could he still not keep her who wanted to leave?

"Do you still want to leave me if you have a chance?"

Youruo frowned, was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but touch her lower abdomen with her hand.

Zhai Xiying noticed You Ruo's actions and growled dissatisfied, "If you stay, it's because of the child. I don't care about it!"

Youruo's eyes stared to the left, "You are so narcissistic!"

"You are not a person who is willing to compromise." In Zhai Xiying's impression, Lu Youruo, who has not lost his memory, is a crazier person than him.

He really doesn’t understand how a small person can become so powerful? He doesn’t know how the young Lu Youruo was lucky enough to meet Master Wu Jue and become his disciple. He also has no way of knowing where he learned his medical skills.

Coming!

Youruo then shook his head, "You are wrong, I am trying to compromise at this moment. It should be said that since I lost my memory, I have become a resigned person!"

After Youruo said this, the body next to hers paused for a moment.

He sarcastically said: "Flyers, please don't shut down suddenly. The lives of my mother and son still depend on you."

"Hmph, even if I fly with my eyes closed, I can send you back home safely."

You Ruo clicked her tongue a few times and "praised" Zhai Xiying angrily, "Then you are so awesome!"

"..." Zhai Xiying closed her thin lips and stopped talking.

Back in the room, Zhai Xiying directly put Youruo on the bed, took off her shoes for her personally, and ordered her to fall asleep immediately.

You Ruo was so tired that she almost fell down, and immediately fell into a sweet sleep without Zhai Xiying's orders.

Zhai Xiying looked at Youruo's sleeping face, her thin lips fell on Youruo's ear, and whispered: "If you recover your memory, will you become the same person you were before..."

Lu Youruo, who is holding this king captive...
Chapter completed!