At this time, the Chu Prince's Mansion was full of people, and the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves. Xiao Yi was completely unaware of everything that happened in the Ding'an Marquis Mansion.
This was his first marriage, and although he was only marrying a concubine, all the legitimate sons of the aristocratic families he had become friends with were here.
"Although Song Zhiqiu was a concubine in the Hou's Mansion, she was still loved by all, and her status was no worse than that of Song Wanqing, the legitimate daughter." Xiao Yi threatened several brothers, "Her mother has prepared sixty years for her to marry into my Prince Chu's Mansion this time. Four dowries.”
"Sixty-four kilos?" Shangguan Hao, the legitimate son of Boyuan Hou, was the first to exclaim, "My sister only had 48 kilos when she got married. The Ding'an Hou Mansion is really wealthy."
"Is it rich? Or is it all about Song Zhiqiu?" Someone immediately raised an ambiguous question.
Shangguan Hao chuckled, "Marquis Ding'an has always been a smart man."
Seeing that the auspicious moment was approaching, the bride's sedan chair had not yet entered the door. Xiao Yi was just about to send someone to ask, when someone announced that the sedan chair was coming.
He was overjoyed and said, "Let the sedan chair enter through the main entrance and then take it to the new house."
According to the rules, you can only enter the side room through the side door.
"It seems that Brother Yi is sincere towards Song Zhiqiu." Shangguan Hao immediately flattered him.
Xiao Yi smiled and said nothing. He asked the sedan chair to go through the main entrance, so that everyone present could see that although he only married a side wife, his pomp was not inferior to anyone else's.
Soon, Song Zhiqiu got the news.
"Miss, the King of Chu is so kind to you," Dong Rong was full of praise beside the sedan chair. "Let us go through the front door. No one in the palace will dare to look down on us in the future."
Song Zhiqiu smiled. Although she was short of dowry, fortunately, brother Yi cared about her.
In the main courtyard, Xiao Yi was sitting at the banquet and saw the sedan chair appear and be slowly carried away towards the new house.
Behind the sedan chair was the dowry procession. As soon as the two people carried it, the big red box was dizzying.
The smile on his face became thicker and thicker. When he saw a real person counting how many lifts he had, he sneered, "Are you tired? Sixty-four lifts, it will only be more..."
The people counting suddenly stopped, and the expressions of everyone at the table changed.
Xiao Yi turned around in confusion and saw that the dowry queue had come to an end. He stood up in a hurry.
How much is this?
Chen Qinglian and the others dare to lie to him?
Seeing his ugly face, everyone did not dare to speak.
"Brother Yi, don't be impatient." Shangguan Hao came out to smooth things over. "Maybe the rest of the team was delayed by something on the way."
How could the wedding procession be separated?
The more Xiao Yi thought about it, the angrier he became, and he strode towards the new house, ready to ask questions.
When Song Zhiqiu arrived at the new house, she sat obediently on the bedside, waiting for Xiao Yi to come and unveil her head.
Dong Rong stood guard at the door and saw Xiao Yi coming from a distance. She immediately came to report the news with great joy, "Miss, King Chu is here."
"So soon?" Song Zhiqiu was overjoyed, Xiao Yi really cared about her.
A moment later, Xiao Yi entered the new house and asked dissatisfiedly, "Didn't I say that I prepared sixty-four dowries? You dare to lie to me?"
It was for this matter.
Song Zhiqiu seemed to have been splashed with cold water. She did not dare to neglect and explained quickly, "I did prepare sixty-four loads, but when I was going out, Song Wanqing suddenly appeared and made a fuss, claiming that those things were her mother's and snatched them away. "
"Song Wanqing snatched it away?" Xiao Yi laughed angrily, "You guys in Ding'anhou Mansion can't even deal with a little girl?"
"Rin Dao is here."
"Sword?" Xiao Yi looked surprised.
"Yes, they say that Song Wanqing is their benefactor to the Prince of War, and no one is allowed to touch her."
Xiao Yi didn't say anything anymore. Lin Dao was Xiao Jiu'an's personal bodyguard. He was almost inseparable from Xiao Jiu'an. How could he protect Song Wanqing?
It should be what Xiao Jiuan meant.
But why?
He couldn't figure it out for the moment and said coldly, "Hurry up and come to the front yard to receive the guests."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out.
"Brother Yi," Song Zhiqiu called out shyly, "You haven't taken off your hijab yet?"
"Don't you have any hands?" Xiao Yi was in a bad mood, ignored Song Zhiqiu, and left quickly.
Song Zhiqiu sat there in disbelief and didn't move. Is Brother Yi angry? She only brought a dozen dowries, which must have made Brother Yi lose face.
It's all Song Wanqing's fault. She must avenge this.
In the front yard, Chen Qinglian has arrived, and Concubine Jing has returned to the palace.
Xiao Yi stepped forward and said hello politely, then went to accompany his brother again.
"Zhiqiu said that it was Song Wanqing who stole the dowry. This woman..." Xiao Yi shook his head helplessly.
"Song Wanqing ruined her face in order to save Brother Yi, which shows that she has a deep affection for Brother Yi. Now that Brother Yi wants to marry her sister, she is naturally unwilling to do so."
Shangguan Hao pursed his lips, "But what's the point of marrying a woman with a ruined face? She can't even be used as a vase."
The others nodded.
"It's true. For women, face is the most important thing. This Song Wanqing is obviously brainless."
"Shameless and brainless, I wouldn't dare marry such a woman."
"I heard that Zhao Xiyang from Shilang Zhao's family was the one who beat his concubine to death and came to ask for her hand in marriage. I think they are a perfect match."
The crowd burst into laughter.
"Hey, is that the bride here?" Someone with sharp eyes spotted Song Zhiqiu's arrival.
Xiao Yi looked back and saw Song Zhiqiu wearing a veil. He frowned in displeasure and stepped forward and asked, "Why are you bringing this thing?"
"I caught the cold yesterday, and I'm afraid I might accidentally infect the prince." Song Zhiqiu lowered his head, not daring to tell the truth.
"There are so many things." Xiao Yi pulled her to say hello to the brothers.
At this time, another person came to announce that Song Wanqing was coming.
Everyone's eyes lit up and they all looked at Xiao Yi expectantly.
"It seems that Song Wanqing still doesn't give up." Shangguan Hao raised his lips mockingly, "She dares to come. Brother Yi, just let her in."
"Yeah, let's see what this ugly monster wants to do." Others also looked like they wanted to watch a good show.
Xiao Yi felt irritated, "Forget it, today is a big day and I don't want to see annoying people."
"Brother Yi," Song Zhiqiu said from the side at the right time, "Since sister is here, why should we rush out?"
Xiao Yi hesitated for a moment, then relaxed and let people go.
Song Zhiqiu curled her lips silently: If she dares to come today, I will make her regret it.
Chen Qinglian told her that Song Wanqing's face was completely rotten and there was no possibility of cure.
Today, she let all the disciples of the aristocratic family here know that Song Wanqing had completely turned into an ugly monster and ruined Song Wanqing's marriage.
Song Wanqing didn't want to marry Xiao Yi, nor did she want to marry into a good family.
Soon, Song Wanqing came in. She was wearing a veil and a peach pink dress, looking bright and moving.
She walked up to Xiao Yi and said, "I have met His Highness the King of Chu. I congratulate His Highness on his great happiness."
