Chapter 53 two

Perhaps because of the unsatisfactory turbulence of the current situation, Khalil's wedding preparations are not so extravagant and extravagant. The princess hadn't arrived when I came, and I was walking around in front of the wedding tent like an ant on a hot pot, looking forward to it.I even wondered if Khalil lied to me, he didn't invite the princess at all. King Timur's palace tent temporarily served as Khalil's wedding tent, and the space inside can accommodate thousands of people.The invited guests passed by me one after another and entered the palace tent.Some of them nodded to me, others ignored me.The one-year-long battle for the throne has made everyone preoccupied. Khalil's wedding is destined not to replicate the enthusiasm and magnificence of Timur's grandchildren's wedding before the Eastern Expedition.

Unexpectedly, I saw a man in gorgeous clothes, surrounded by a group of people, walking towards the wedding tent. I look at him.As he got closer and closer, a shambling, haggard, sad-eyed figure appeared before my eyes. I was secretly startled: God, is it him? If not him, who would it be? That's right, he is Prince Pier, the designated heir to the throne of King Timur, but now he is Khalil's prisoner. The drastic change of status destroyed his will, and the vigor he once had was gone forever, and he aged prematurely in a short period of time. He walked past me without looking sideways, and my eyes followed his crooked back.He is only in his twenties, why is he so weak and decadent?Khalil is really capable. During the period when Pier was a prisoner, I don't know what kind of method Khalil used to turn him into a dying old man!

Pi Er walked a few steps, seemed to remember something, stopped, and looked back at me for a while. I smiled at him. My bangs are cut short, revealing the gold star between my brows.Jin Xing shook Pier's eyes, and he recognized me: "Ceccia?" "Prince, it's me." "Are you really Cecia? What are you doing here?" "I am Sethia, that's right, Prince. Prince Khalil invited me to his wedding." I deliberately pronounce the words "Khalil" and "Prince" heavily, even though Khalil had already Became King Khalil, whom I still use to call by his first name.At this moment, Prince Pier's misfortune has aroused my sympathy for him. I call Khalil a prince, which shows my respect for Prince Pier's status or his heir status.

My intentional flattery really moved Pi'er, a smile appeared on his face, and some anger suddenly appeared in his swollen eyes. "You came to the wedding, why don't you go in?" "I'm waiting for the princess." "Oh? Has Haril also invited Princess Oela?" "I suppose so, Khalil said so." "In a flash, I haven't seen the princess for more than a year. I really miss the days when I was around her and listened to her telling us stories when I was young. And when I was conquering India, as long as she was with me, I felt that all the things in the world The danger is not worth mentioning. It would be great if we could go back to the past..."

Pi Er said these many words almost subconsciously, his tone was full of deep melancholy.For God's will to trick people, I have no less emotion than him.It's just that Pi'er, who has experienced drastic changes in his life from the sky to the ground, wishes to turn back time more than I do. A person beside Pi Er leaned over and whispered something in his ear, and Pi Er's revived expression disappeared immediately. He nodded slightly to me, then turned around silently, and walked heavily towards the wedding tent.I patiently watched him enter the tent, and when I turned around, I found an open carriage parked just beside me, and a beautiful woman was waving to me in the wide hood.

beautiful woman!No matter how the fate rises and falls, no matter how the years erode, she will always be beautiful in my eyes and in my heart. However, her dress today is a little bit special. My eyes have always been sharp, and I have always been picky about her clothes.Usually, she will only go to the banquet if she is dressed in the clothes that I carefully selected, matched and approved for her.But I have to admit that she was just as elegantly dressed without me. Probably for Khalil's wedding reception, she had changed into a lavender cotton corset that I had designed and sewn for her a month earlier.Outside of her underwear, she ingeniously put on a brocade gown with a sleeveless open collar. The gown is made of beige fabric with dark patterns. The color is sober, with only a few rose embroidery on the skirt and corners .I had never seen her wear this coat before, and I thought she had recently made it.

Of course, it would not be surprising if she had a new gown in a new style, and I say she is a little special because she wore a red silk shawl over her dress for the first time.The gorgeous red, like a burning flame, set off her creamy complexion, making her look even more charming. It's like I haven't seen her for a long time in a hundred years, and the longing makes my eye sockets astringent.I reached out to open the door and helped her out of the carriage.Before she could say a tender word to me, I was already in her arms.She patted me on the back like she used to do when I was kidding her as a child.

After a while, I asked loudly and choked up: "It's been so long, why haven't you come to see me once?" I complained without scruple.To her, I will always be a rascal.I like to make trouble with her, because I know that no matter what, she will indulge me. The princess didn't answer my reproach, she just held my cheek and asked me in a mother's tender tone: "Have you finished designing the jewelry?" "Ok." "Are you satisfied?" "Can't say I'm satisfied." "Oh?" "To be precise, it's pride."

The princess felt relieved, a gratified smile flashed in her eyes. She has always had confidence in my talent.She knows better than anyone that I am a lonely person in my world. When I face those unfinished works, from design to the whole production process, I will devote all my energy and effort.It can be said that every piece of jewelry, pendant, gold, silver and jade that I have completed is condensed with my hard work. Only when I return to her can I relax my tired body and mind. I took the princess's arm and walked towards the wedding tent together.In a moment of leisure and silence, I quietly looked at the princess from the side.

Of course, like every time she attends a banquet, the princess puts on a little makeup and is as solemn as ever.Suddenly, I found a few long white hairs on her sideburns, and thin crow's feet appeared around the corners of her eyes.I looked at them in amazement.White hair and crow's feet, which I have never noticed in the past. It turns out that the years have not spared the princess, and quietly left marks on her body. It’s just that, like Shahru, Ayilai, Ulugh Beg, and Sai, we all only know how to ask for her love, ask for her understanding, and nourish ourselves with her vitality, but we ignore that she is actually a woman. It will grow old day by day in the tempering of time.

Yes, like our great-grandmother, our grandmother, our mother, she too will grow weak, old, and one day leave us forever.And what did we do for her during the days and nights she spent with us day and night? My heart trembled, and the arm holding her also trembled slightly. The princess looked back at me and asked in surprise, "Cesia, what's wrong with you?" I forcefully held back the tears welling up in my eyes, I can't say, I'd rather I didn't see anything. Haril, who got the news, came out to meet Princess Oeira. The first thing he said when he saw Princess Oeira was: "Princess, it seems that this coat and shawl are very suitable for you." The princess smiled at him. "Yes, very beautiful. Thank you, Khalil." It turned out that both the coat and the shawl were custom-made by Haril for Princess Oela. No wonder I hadn't seen them before. In order to make the princess's attendance at his wedding different from the past, Khalil has gone to great lengths. Khalil made a "please" gesture, and I hurriedly let go of the princess's arm, and let the groom officer personally lead the princess into the wedding tent. I understand the rules in the palace, I must go in behind the princess.In the wedding tent, I have my place, usually one or two rows behind the princess, where the table is made up of several long tables, I will be invited with another person, but my status is not enough to sit at the front female guests share them. After entering the wedding account, I suddenly realized that the princess and I were the last to arrive.The late arrival of the princess is not her style of life. I guess, it must be that Khalil deliberately let her appear last, so that everyone can see his tolerance and generosity for her design to save Ulugh Beg. Following behind Haril, the princess walked slowly through the long and narrow aisle in the center of the wedding tent, and walked to her place. No matter in any situation, she is so well-mannered, calm and demure.Almost all the guests—except Prince Peel and the bride—stood and saluted them as they passed. This kind of respect is half for Khalil and half for the princess. For Khalil, there is no doubt that people respect him because he is the king of Khalil.For the princess, behind all the respect, there may be something that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. On the one hand, people were happy that the princess could come to the wedding banquet. Her appearance made life seem to return to the prosperous era when King Timur was alive for a moment.On the other hand, one would like to pay due respect to the hidden courage of this frail woman. Without squinting, Khalil went straight to sit down next to the bride in the middle of the wedding tent.Princess Oeira bowed politely to the guests one by one, and also saluted the bride. When she was about to sit in her seat, she saw Prince Pier. Prince Pi Er tried his best to straighten his body which was beginning to become rickety, his dry lips moved slightly, and he looked at her with mixed feelings.His appearance was so altered that at first the princess did not recognize him. Prince Pier nodded to the princess, and the princess walked in front of him. "Pi'er, is that you?" she asked in surprise. "It's me, princess, you..." Pi'er hesitated to speak. The reunion at this time and place, things are different, everything is silent.For a while, Pier and the princess didn't know what to say.The princess's concerned eyes fell on Pi'er's face for a long time, and for a moment, she asked worriedly: "Pi'er, are you okay?" Pi Er smiled wryly, but did not answer. The chief of ceremonies at the wedding banquet walked up to Princess Oela and reminded her in a low voice: "The wedding is about to begin, please... please take your seat." Princess Oela subconsciously turned her head to look at Khalil. Khalil and the bride were sitting high in the middle, keeping calm, but with a little light in their eyes. The princess couldn't go against Haril's wishes, she nodded apologetically to Pi'er, and followed the chief of ceremony back to her seat.Pi Er also sat down in frustration, and as he sat down, I saw his shoulders tremble violently. The chief of ceremony announced the beginning of the wedding, stood up with all the guests at the banquet, and wished Khalil and his bride a happy marriage for a hundred years with singing and fine wine.The bride wore a scarlet gown, and all the jewels I had designed for her, which, as I prophesied, adorned her and made her look pretty. I wonder why the concubine Hanzedai didn't show up at her son's wedding?This seems a bit unusual.After thinking about it carefully, it suddenly dawned on me. Really, I almost forgot, Khalil and Pier were originally half-brothers. Khalil and Pier, they are both Hanzedai's own flesh and blood. Facing the rivalry between brothers, how should a mother deal with it?