For women of this era, it is a humiliating thing to get married when they are in the hairpin. It is already a humiliating thing to be unable to get married until 17.

Song Zhao did not agree with this feudal vulgar idea in his heart, but she was so happy that she embarrassed Gu Xinpeng.

"You!" Gu Xinlian was angry and said that he was slapped in the face. Why did Song Zhao say something to heart-killing?

"What are you?" Wen Nuo knocked off her stretched out hand, her round face bulged, and her capital letters were bold and bullied. "The person in front of you is Princess Zhaoyang. Should you be polite first?"

"So what if you are the princess? I am also the niece of the queen!" Gu Xinlian was very disdainful and glanced at the princess costume on Song Zhao's body, biting her lips, and said viciously,

"She is about to go to Nanyue to kiss her. It is said that the water splashed by her married daughter is not considered a person from Dasheng Dynasty. Why should I salute me?"

Song Zhao's cat's eyes were lightly raised, showing his shimmering and clear appearance, and he didn't agree, "Who said that this county is going to marry a marriage?"

There is a silence around.

It is an obvious fact that marriage is already there, but Emperor Yuan Chun has not spoken yet, so it is difficult for everyone to draw a conclusion.

Gu Xinpeng said to Song Zhao with pity, "Of course my aunt revealed it to me. She said that the South Vietnamese mission was based on the condition of contributing to the Gu land and asked you to marry His Majesty Nanyue."

When Gu Xinlian learned the news, she felt relieved.

She felt that it was Song Zhao's retribution for taking away the princess who belonged to her.

The other women were shocked when they heard this.

How old is Song Zhao? He is actually going to marry His Majesty Nanyue?

That Majesty Nanyue can be Song Zhao's father.

"Why are you mingling with His Majesty Nanyue? I thought it was a prince from Nanyue."

The women were whispering to each other, and their words were completely like flowers hanging on cow dung.

It would be fine if Song Zhao married the Prince of Nanyue, at least the child born can inherit the title.

But His Majesty of South Vietnam is different. Every country attaches great importance to bloodlines. They will not allow children from foreign bloodlines to inherit the grand throne.

In other words, Song Zhao and His Majesty Nanyue can only serve others for nothing and can’t get anything.

Gu Xinlian whispered softly, "I heard that His Majesty Nanyue has been hanging in the harem. I wonder if there is any hidden disease?

Poor Princess Zhaoyang will serve the old man as soon as she gets married!"

Bang-

A sudden slap broke Gu Xinlian's words.

Her five finger marks on her cheeks were obvious, she turned her head slightly, and said in shock, "Do you dare to hit me?"

"So what if you hit you?" Song Zhao rubbed his wrists, as if he felt it hurt, and his tone became cold, "I am unhappy and can still kick you."

The words are over.

She raised her legs gracefully and kicked Gu Xinlian.

Gu Xinlian was kicking her butt and sat on the ground, blushing.

The women were shocked.

Although Song Zhao is a first-class princess, Gu Xinlian has the support of the queen and the emperor behind the queen.

No one dares to offend the Gu family easily.

Song Zhao is really, too crazy.

"Song Zhao, you're crazy, I'm going to tell my aunt." Gu Xinlian's eyes turned red and whispered a few words to her close maid.

The maid took the order and left, and everyone knew that she was going to file a lawsuit with Queen Gu.

Queen Gu has no daughter, but she regards Gu Xinlian as her family.

Now Song Zhao is afraid he will suffer a crime.

If there was no such thing as marriage, Song Zhao could still be the only one who relied on his identity as a first-rank princess and family background.
Chapter completed!