Doting on the Arrogant Concubine

On the wedding day, the groom, wearing a red robe, riding a tall horse and carrying a red-topped sedan, spoke loudly in front of everyone: "Today, the marriage between Mr. Bai and the Prime Minister is over. I hope that the betrothal gift will be returned immediately so that Mr. Bai can go to the Minister's Mansion to marry the bride." As soon as he finished speaking, the closed door of the Prime Minister's Mansion suddenly opened with a clang, and a group of young men filed out carrying wooden boxes filled with betrothal gifts. After delivering them to the groom, they turned back in a well-trained manner. The groom's mouth twitched as he looked at the wooden boxes lined up in front of him, and his handsome face was as black as charcoal. Not for anything else, just because the wooden boxes are as white as snow, like sacrifices at a funeral At some point, a pretty woman stood at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. She looked at the groom's dark face, clasped her fists in her hands and spoke with a smile. "What a coincidence. The little girl only knew that Mr. Bai came to cancel the engagement today, but she didn't know that he was going to marry the bride. For a while, he couldn't find the red paint that represents happiness, so he had to find some white paint that represents your last name. I wish you a happy wedding and grow old together with the newlyweds. White hair reaches eyebrows, and white-haired people give black-haired people." "Pfft..." At the window of the restaurant facing the street, an unparalleled man wiped away the drink sprayed on his clothes by his companion with an unsteady expression. He looked at the woman with a cunning smile below, a smile overflowing from his unfathomable eyes. Interesting woman, he wants it.