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

Chapter 40 should be called "The Prince Consort"

No matter, once her father's magical power is fully developed, they will start by dismantling the outer tribes.

The Hu and Yin clans of Wanmojian have been planning this for tens of millions of years.

Finally, they got the chance to leave this harsh and barren land.

Now they are just waiting for Yin Manling to send them a message, and their fox army will then suppress the border of Wuxin River.

The night passed, and Zhongli Yueluo was still fast asleep in bed, drunk.

He Yuhuan slept in the same bed with her, his toes almost touching her face.

She sat up and put He Yuhuan's legs to the side. Although she had drunk too much last night, she still remembered everything she had done clearly.

The thought of vomiting all over Yan Ruoyu made her scalp tingle and her toes dig into the ground.

Then I thought about the questions I had asked the Su brothers. Hmm, I should have thought about them before asking them.

She shook He Yuhuan: "Yuhuan, get up."

"No, no, I don't want wedding cakes, I want roast chicken." She rolled over, revealing her round belly, and scratched at it.

This is clearly still a dream, not yet fully awake.

She rubbed her temples; she was still a little dizzy.

As I got out of bed, my legs felt unsteady, and then there was another knocking on the door.

"Come in!" The voice was slightly impatient.

Tao Xia and Wu Luo came in to help her wash and dress.

He asked her with great concern, "Princess, why didn't you go to the Prince Consort's courtyard last night?"

"Who gave you the audacity to pry into your master's gossip?"

Her eyes turned cold, and she slammed the hairpin in her hand heavily on the table.

She really couldn't give those two maids a kind look.

Tao Xia Wu Luo wasn't angry, after all, Zhong Li Yu's temper was much worse than hers.

"We wouldn't dare, we just wanted to show our concern for the princess."

Her hair was quickly combed. Today, she was still wearing a red dress and was going to the Taiyuan Palace to pay her respects to her father and mother.

"Where are the three young lords?"

“Now that the princess is married, they should all be called prince consorts,” Wu Luo reminded her.

"Call me whatever you want, it's none of your business to tell me." She glanced sideways at Wu Luo again.

"Yes, the three young lords have been waiting outside the courtyard for the princess for a long time. They waited because the princess did not get up."

She rolled her eyes, waved them away, and stood up, still feeling dizzy.

She swallowed hard, cleared her mind, and went outside.

The three of them stood there, very upright, and had now changed back into their usual clothes.

Yan Ruoyu, dressed in a red and black robe, looked just as she had at first sight, while the two Su brothers, one in black and one in white, stood out conspicuously.

All three people turned to look at her, and she didn't know whose gaze to meet.

Finally, their gazes fell on Su Fengjun's cold face. Since he was a blockhead, they decided to let him suffer.

Su Fengjun's face remained unmoved; he simply nodded slightly.

Su Fengling's smile remained unchanged, but he pinched Su Fengjun's back and frowned slightly at him.

Then, Zhongli Yueluo's gaze fell on Su Fengling's face.

The sunlight today shone brightly on his silvery-white hair, adding a touch of shine and making him look especially captivating.

But she just didn't dare look at Yan Ruoyu. If she looked at her again, she really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Yan Ruoyu understood her frustration. He gently waved his folding fan in his hand and revealed a mysterious smile.

"Oh dear, Young Master Yan, why isn't the princess looking at you?" Su Fengling whispered provocatively.

"But the princess didn't stay overnight in your courtyard last night," he replied politely.

Su Fengling scoffed, thinking that only those who take the initiative will get the reward.

He took the first step, smiling as he walked towards Zhongli Yueluo.

When Zhongli Yueluo saw him approaching, she took two steps back and held her head.

"It's time to pay my respects to the Emperor and Queen. It's not good to be late on the first day."

As she spoke, she shook her head and walked to Su Fengjun's side: "Fengjun, the aftereffects of last night's wine are a bit strong, can you help me up?"

"Okay." Su Fengjun obediently supported herself with her arm, which became her "crutch".

She placed her hand on his strong forearm and secretly squeezed it hard; it was quite firm!

I can't imagine if his powerful punch will flatten her.

Seeing that she pulled his brother instead of him, Su Fengling began to reflect on his own behavior.

Does the princess prefer a dull, wooden type? Being too proactive might be demeaning to herself?

But the princess clearly liked him, so he walked behind Zhongli Yueluo.

Lost in thought, he accidentally stepped on his brother's heel.

Su Fengjun paused, and Zhongli Yueluo's foot twisted. Yan Ruoyu used the Xuan Gu Fan to support her arm: "Princess, be careful."

Su Fengling pushed the fan aside with his fingers and supported Zhongli Yueluo with both hands.

"Sister, you can't even walk steadily, let your brother help you."

Her scalp tingled. She glanced at Su Fengjun, who still wore that unchanging expression.

He then turned to look at Su Fengling, whose round eyes were narrowed, and he looked harmless.

Zhong Liyu also woke up from the group of male servants, casually kicked one of them over, and pulled his outer robe over his shoulder.

Then he sat down in front of the mirror and asked, "Did my sister go to pay her respects today?"

"Replying to the eldest princess, we are on our way now."

"Oh? Then hurry up and dress her up properly. With her flat-chested body, no wonder she didn't stay in anyone's room yesterday. She must have been ashamed!"

"Yes, the Second Princess's beauty is nowhere near even one ten-thousandth of the First Princess's!"

Her fox-like eyes narrowed, revealing a fierce glint, and she slowly inserted a hairpin into her hair bun.

She transformed herself into a red gauze dress, making it seem as if she were the protagonist who had just finished her wedding.

Emperor Zhongli Quan and Yin Manling were already waiting in the hall, with officials from various clans standing on either side.

Their arranged marriage was closely watched by all the major clans.

Some want to see the joke played today, while others want to see which side they're really on.

They waited for a long time, whispering among themselves: "Oh, I heard that the princess didn't go to anyone's place last night."

"If I were a princess, I would also find it difficult to choose. Besides, isn't it said that the second princess and the young master of the Gongshu family were still entangled in a complicated relationship?"

"Oh, I know about this too. The whole of West Demon Mountain probably knows. It seems the princess's heart is still with the young master of the Gongshu family."

As soon as Zhongli Yueluo stepped into the main hall, she heard such an unlucky name.

To say she liked Gongshu Liang! That's utter bullshit!

She also subconsciously turned around to observe the expressions of the three of them.

Their expressions didn't seem to change much, as if they had thoroughly investigated her before they came.

She gritted her teeth and glared at those gossiping people before kneeling down with her hands clasped in prayer.

"Your subject, accompanied by three sons-in-law, has come to pay respects to Your Majesty, Father, and Mother."

"Oh dear, Yueluo, get up. Mother, I heard you didn't go to any rooms last night? Won't that dishearten the princes?"

What seemed like concern was actually a ploy to sow discord, which truly broke her heart.

She smiled slightly: "Mother is right. Last night, I was too drunk to go to the prince consorts' courtyard."

"Yueluo, your relationship with the prince consorts determines the relationship between West Demon Mountain and the other two mountains. It is a great responsibility, so you must not favor anyone."

Zhongli Quanhuang's voice was very authoritative. Zhongli Yueluo nodded, but looked up as if she noticed that his expression was not quite right.