He looked at the face in front of him.
The ninth Prince made a rare exception. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her ...
After a while.
The two of them separated.
The bride smiled sweetly and displayed her most beautiful scene. With a slip of her sleeve, a dagger appeared in her hand and she suddenly stabbed herself in the chest.
He fell to the ground powerlessly.
But the smile on her face remained unchanged.
The ninth Prince stepped forward and hugged her, not letting her fall to the ground. The bride opened her mouth again,"Your Highness, can you call me your wife?"
Looking at her hopeful eyes, the softest part of the ninth Prince's heart was touched. He caressed her face and softly called out,"wife!"
"Thank, thank ..." Before she could finish her words, the bride had already left with a smile.
Holding her body in his arms, the ninth Prince froze on the spot as if he had crashed.
