I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 412 Auspicious Day

She closed her eyes and fell asleep, but Chang Yu Muling stayed by her side all night.

When Zhongli Yueluo opened her eyes in the morning, she found herself already in the car.

In order not to disturb her sweet dream, Changyu Muling even moved the bed with her.

I thought she would wake up halfway through, but who knew she would be so sleepy.

She only showed signs of waking up when he carried her to the car.

Just then, a bright red sun had just risen outside, and its soft red light shone directly on their faces.

Their eyes sparkled with a bright light.

Chang Yu Muling gently traced Zhong Li Yueluo's cheek with her fingers: "I can't imagine how beautiful you would look in your wedding dress."

"If we can't imagine returning to the city today, shall we go to the store and try on some ready-to-wear clothes?"

"it is good."

The two returned the flowers they had collected to the shop and tried on some of the ready-made clothes there.

Chang Yu Muling watched as Zhong Li Yueluo tried on five or six items, but she was still not satisfied.

Just then, Qianqiu Changhuan also appeared in their shop.

With his arms crossed in front of his chest and two maids beside him, he was also arrogant and haughty.

At that moment, Chang Yu Muling was choosing clothes for Zhong Li Yueluo on the other side.

Qianqiu Changhuan saw Zhongli Yueluo standing there alone, her face full of mockery.

Before she could even speak, her maids went over and stood on either side of her.

Pointing at her, he exclaimed loudly, "Oh, isn't this the abandoned woman who was dumped by Young Master Ruoyu?"

Zhongli Yueluo had no time to argue with these minor characters; she merely glanced at Qianqiu Changhuan.

Qianqiu Changhuan, however, did not hold back in responding to the past, slowly approaching Zhongli Yueluo step by step.

She couldn't suppress the smile on her face, and her hand touched Zhongli Yueluo's chest.

She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Doesn't your heart ache?"

"Your relationship with Ruoyu after all these years isn't that great, is it?"

"I heard he dumped you. What's with this outfit?"

"Why are you wearing a wedding dress? Did you fail to marry into a wealthier family and are now trying to marry someone else?"

Zhongli Yueluo just clicked her tongue, not wanting to pay attention to her, and turned to walk in the other direction.

Qianqiu Changhuan grabbed her hand, his expression one of smug satisfaction.

Zhongli Yueluo tried to shake off her hand, but she pulled it tighter and tighter, saying with a smug look on her face.

"I'm here today to choose my wedding attire. Guess who I'm getting engaged to?"

Zhongli Yueluo knew perfectly well that it was none other than Yan Ruoyu. Who else could it be?

I just didn't expect them to act so quickly.

It seems that after learning that Qianqiu Changhuan and Changyu Xuanyuan were in cahoots, they decided to take them all down in one fell swoop.

"Who Miss Changhuan is engaged to is none of my business."

"If you're here to buy clothes, just hurry up and buy them. Why waste your breath arguing with me?"

Zhongli Yueluo calmly shook off her hand.

Then he rubbed his wrist and walked towards Chang Yu Muling.

Qianqiu Changhuan just couldn't stand Zhongli Yueluo's aloof, calm, and composed demeanor.

Why is it that every time she tries to provoke her, she ends up getting hurt instead?

The maid next to her couldn't stand it either and even wanted to take action.

At this moment, Chang Yu Muling lifted the curtain and walked over from the other side.

Looking at the group, his gaze finally settled on Qianqiu Changhuan, and it was icy cold.

He said coldly, "If Miss Qianqiu can't manage the servants, then only I, Changyu, can manage them."

Then, he turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Someone, drag them out of here."

This is a shop under the name of the Changyu clan. How can the Qianqiu clan run wild like this?

Besides, he has never had a good impression of Qianqiu Changhuan.

I recently heard that his sister and Qianqiu Changhuan are getting along very closely, and I know there's something fishy going on between them.

"Chang Yu Muling, do you really think Zhongli Yueluo likes you? She's just clinging to your power!"

Upon hearing this, Zhongli Yueluo could only laugh. Was she relying on Changyu Muling's power?

But since Qianqiu Changhuan wanted to argue with him, she had to at least say a few words in return.

"Miss Qianqiu, who were you just saying you were getting engaged to? Could it be Young Master Yan Ruoyu?"

Upon hearing the name Yan Ruoyu, Qianqiu Changhuan raised her head, adopting an air of superiority, as if she were already the young lord's wife.

"So what if you know? You two will never cross paths again. From now on, Brother Ruoyu will belong to me alone!"

Zhongli Yueluo smiled and walked to Changyu Muling's side, taking his arm.

With a languid look in his eyes, he glanced at Qianqiu Changhuan and asked, "Then Miss Qianqiu isn't relying on Yan Ruoyu's power?"

How much genuine affection do you have for him, or does he actually like you?

"You say I attach myself to the Changyu clan for power, but how do you know I don't truly love Muling?"

These words struck a chord with Chang Yu Muling; he loved hearing Zhong Li Yuelu say such things.

He also hoped that Zhongli Yueluo would acknowledge his identity in public.

Qianqiu Changhuan could never win an argument with Zhongli Yueluo and always ended up losing. Without even looking at the clothes, he left in a huff.

She went straight to Chang Yuxuanyuan and complained about this miserable life, saying she didn't want to live another day like this.

She had to get Yan Ruoyu as soon as possible.

However, the auspicious day that Changyu Xuanyuan chose for Zhongli Yueluo and Changyu Muling was a few days later.

She could only drink tea while comforting Qianqiu Changhuan, telling her not to rush things, since the formation was still a little short.

Qianqiu Changhuan was extremely dissatisfied, slammed his fist on the table, smashed his cup, and left.

Changyu Xuanyuan, however, did not take it to heart.

In her scheme, Qianqiu Changhuan was merely a small pawn; as long as her "general" remained, everything would be fine.

After Qianqiu Changhuan left, Changyu Muling's interest waned considerably.

He looked at Zhongli Yueluo, afraid that she was hiding all her unhappiness in her heart.

He gently tugged at her hem, a hint of worry in his eyes.

He asked her, "Since Qianqiu Changhuan made you angry, why don't you go to another store? She touched the clothes here, and they're dirty."

Then, with a cold expression, he glanced around and told the shopkeeper to burn all the clothes that Qianqiu Changhuan had touched and that still carried her scent.

Zhongli Yuelu shook her head indifferently.

In truth, what Changyu Muling cared about was whether Yan Ruoyu still had feelings for him.

“We don’t need to go to other shops. Didn’t you just think I really liked one of the clothes I was wearing? Let’s have a custom-made gown made according to this design.”

"Okay, I'll do whatever Yueluo says."

Zhongli Yueluo gently patted his arm, and after both of their measurements were finalized, they returned to Changyu Mansion.

In the following two days, Changyu Xuanyuan went out several times, and Zhongli Yueluo also exchanged messages with him during their time alone together.

The day of the festival finally arrived.

The wedding invitations have already been sent out, but most of the people who see the address are frowning and wondering why they should go there.

That's in the mountains. Although there are mountain villas, it's still a bit remote.

But in the end, everyone still went.