On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1306 Turns out he was a "lovestruck prince"

"Haha...hahaha!"

A sudden burst of laughter erupted. Governor Harrington seemed to have figured out some brilliant plan. The muscles on his face, which had been frozen by humiliation, instantly melted away, transforming into an almost twisted enthusiasm.

He even bowed gracefully to Yue Fei, whose eyes were cold, performing an impeccable aristocratic salute.

It was as if the murderous intent that had just frozen the soul was just an illusion.

He then turned to the astonished guests and began to sing a loud, dramatic aria.

"It seems that our prince from the far east is showing us his boundless love for his beautiful queen in the noblest and most unique way in their Kunlun Kingdom!"

"How romantic! How affectionate!"

"Let's give this divine love a round of applause!"

He led the applause, which was crisp and loud.

The guests were taken aback at first, but then their faces lit up with an "I see" expression, as if they had instantly solved a world-class problem.

The applause, like wildfire, instantly swept through the entire hall, filled with insincere flattery and a sense of relief after sudden realization.

"I knew it! He's a lovestruck prince!"

"To dare to defy the governor in public just to win a smile from a beauty, we admire your courage!"

A greasy, wealthy businessman lowered his voice, but his eyes roamed over Murong Yan without any attempt to conceal them.

"What courage! He's just a fool who gets ridden on by a woman! But... his queen, tsk tsk, what's wrong with going bankrupt if he can spend one night with her!"

foul language was whispered among the crowd.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Lin Zhen was full of contempt and disdain.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Murong Yan was one of undisguised greed and possessiveness.

On Yue Fei's bronze face, a vein bulged, and the murderous aura within him, as heavy as a mountain, was almost impossible to suppress.

How noble is Your Highness! Her Majesty is the mother of the nation!

How can we allow these barbarian ants to defile us like this!

He couldn't understand why the prince would endure such humiliation.

With just a single command, he could turn this place into a river of blood within ten breaths!

Unlike Yue Fei's rage, Elizabeth's sapphire-blue eyes gleamed with cunning.

She understands men like Harrington all too well.

Arrogant, greedy, blinded by power, always thinking he is the only player on the chessboard.

She knew that the moment Harrington found that "reasonable explanation" for Lin Zhen's behavior, his fate was already sealed.

He fell into a trap called "arrogance".

A grave dug by the hands of that Eastern man who wore a golden mask and was more adept at manipulating people than the devil.

She even began to anticipate the fascinating expression on the governor's face when the dagger of truth pierced through the disguise.

The two people at the center of the storm were oblivious to everything around them.

Murong Yan remained languidly leaning on the throne, her dark phoenix-emerging dress standing out like a vast universe in the magnificent hall, swallowing all the light.

Her very existence is a devastating blow to this Western style of extravagance.

The five-zhang-long, dark gold trailing ribbon, like a black river of power and lust, cascaded down from the throne, submerging the white marble steps.

The giant phoenix embroidered in gold thread on the hem of her skirt shimmered under the crystal chandelier, and her cold phoenix eyes indifferently watched the group of self-proclaimed civilized "clowns" below the stage.

Lin Zhen, on the other hand, is like a most devout believer.

She sat quietly on the steps at Murong Yan's feet.

He even reached out and very "considerately" massaged Murong Yan's fair calves.

This obsequious attitude completely confirmed everyone's suspicions.

This Prince Kunlun is a gigolo who rose to power by relying on women!

Harrington watched this scene, which filled him with both utter contempt and immense pleasure, and his smile grew even more "sincere."

it's time.

He gestured.

Two waiters carried velvet-covered trays to the front of the table.

"My dearest prince and princess."

Harrington's voice was full of just the right amount of enthusiasm.

"To express my sincerest welcome, I have prepared two small gifts."

He personally lifted the red cloth on the first tray.

A magnificent pistol, crafted from pure gold and inlaid with rubies, lay quietly on the tray.

"'Red Widow,' an artwork created for the royal family by our East India Company's top craftsmen over three years."

Harrington wore a perfectly appropriate air of smugness.

"I think only a brave and extraordinary man like Your Highness deserves to possess it."

He bent down and respectfully handed the golden pistol, a symbol of "violence" and "conquest," to Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen didn't even blink, still focused on massaging Murong Yan's calves.

Harrington's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

He got it.

This "gigolo" is throwing a tantrum, jealous of the gifts given to him, which are not as valuable as those given to him by the Queen.

really.

The stunningly beautiful woman on the throne slowly spoke, her voice clear and cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Lin Zhen, the Governor-General's good intentions must not be disrespected."

"Hurry up and thank the Governor."

Upon hearing this "reprimanding" command...

Lin Zhen's body stiffened slightly.

He slowly raised his head, and his eyes, hidden beneath the golden mask, quietly glanced at Murong Yan, who was staring at him with a "warning" look.

The moment their eyes met, a fleeting smile, understood only by the two of them, vanished.

Then, with great reluctance, he reached out and took the tacky gold pistol from Harrington.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

The voice was harsh, filled with suppressed displeasure.

His frustrated expression, where he dared not speak out, drew snickers from the audience.

Harrington's last lingering doubts vanished.

He had completely grasped the lifeline of this Eastern couple!

He suppressed his overwhelming joy, a devout smile almost like that of a pilgrim, and turned to the second tray, personally lifting the red cloth covering it.

"And this gift is prepared for you—my supreme goddess who walks among mortals, Your Highness, the Queen!"

boom!

The moment the red cloth slipped down.

A dazzling pink light, beyond description, instantly pierced the entire hall!

That was a crown.

A waterfall of light woven from countless top-grade pink diamonds the size of pigeon eggs!

That's not jewelry.

It was a dazzling galaxy formed from money and power! When you saw this peerless crown, enough to drive any woman crazy.

In the entire banquet hall, every sound, every breath, every heartbeat was completely swallowed up by the pink light at this moment.

Dead!