The Seventh Miss, Di

Just as Ye Liuli was about to remove the red silk veil, a cacophony of voices rose up along with the sound of wooden barrels rolling. The matchmaker was just about to utter some auspicious words in exchange for rewards, having barely uttered the word "Congratulations," when a deafening roar echoed through the air. The matchmaker fell silent, never to speak again.,This voice, Ye Liuli heard it clearly, was the head of the guards.,"After the wedding night Sun Dazhu, are you truly stupid or feigned stupidity" Gu Junshi lowered his voice. "You know Wang Ye's situation, can he consummate the marriage"。