Su Xiaoying flew back to the country to attend the wedding of Fu Xiyao and Prince Rosen.
This royal wedding was very grand. The marriage between the royal family and Guttinberg shocked the entire national border. Both sides of the road were filled with white gauze and fresh flowers. All the news carried a chinese-english broadcast of the three-day wedding, everyone celebrated.
Fu Xiyao had become the new princess consort.
Su Xiaoying saw Fu Xiyao at the banquet on the third day.
In the royal family, the maid invited Su Xiaoying upstairs. “Miss Su, the Princess Consort is inside.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Su xiaoying reached out to push open the door of the room. The first thing she saw was Fu Xiyao.
Fu Xiyao was wearing a white muslin dress. Her 3,000 strands of black hair draped over her smooth shoulders. Her beautiful face without makeup was like a pearl that could seduce one’s soul.
Su Xiaoying curled her red lips. “Xiyao.”
