If she remembered correctly, the Emperor originally intended to make her a concubine, so why did he suddenly change his mind and ask her to remarry Prince Jing?

If nothing unexpected happens, all of this must be Feng Yao's doing.

Although Yu Qianqian still had doubts, she accepted the imperial edict immediately, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty, I accept the edict."

Before she could finish speaking, Eunuch Wang was already being helped away from the Prime Minister's residence. Then, before she could even take a step, she suddenly heard Feng Yao's voice beside her ear: "Congratulations, sister, you've finally climbed the social ladder!"

Feng Yao walked straight towards her and said sarcastically, "It is said that Prince Jing is a congenital eunuch, impotent from birth. If you are unhappy in the future, don't try to cause trouble for the Feng family!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qianqian smiled lightly and said, "Thank you for reminding me, but... I hope my sister can gain the Emperor's favor soon, so she won't regret not being able to get married all the time."

Feng Yao's expression instantly darkened, and her smile became somewhat forced. She, Feng Yao, had been exceptionally talented since childhood, but because of her status as an illegitimate child, she had lost the opportunity to enter the palace, all because of Feng Jin.

If only Feng Jin didn't exist in this world.

Feng Yao glared at Yu Qianqian with hatred, but Yu Qianqian ignored her, only glancing intermittently at the small bridge in front of her, deliberately speaking slowly and deliberately: "Feng Yao, believe me, you will regret this one day."

On the day of Yu Qianqian's wedding to Prince Jing, the capital city was filled with red bridal processions stretching for miles, and ornately decorated carriages lined up from one end of the street to the other in an orderly fashion.

On both sides of the street, crowds surged one after another, all eager to witness this once-in-a-century wedding.

"I never expected that Prince Jing would be such a handsome man. It's just a pity that no matter how good-looking he is, he's nothing more than a pretty face with no substance."

"As the saying goes, dragons are paired with dragons, phoenixes with phoenixes, and rotten donkeys with broken millstones. This saying is so true. One of them is a good-for-nothing, and the other is a good-for-nothing. They are a perfect match."

Brilliant beams of light shone through the lush foliage along the roadside, illuminating the red bricks and green tiles of the houses. The wedding procession of Prince Jing's Mansion, accompanied by confetti and music, followed by eight bridal sedan chairs, headed straight for the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The man at the head of the group, sitting upright on his horse, was Mu Beichen. He wore a magnificent crown and a red robe, and his handsome face remained as cold as ever. He listened to the cheers that kept coming from his ears and smiled indifferently.

Meanwhile, the Prime Minister's residence was also bustling with activity, with almost every prominent figure in the court present.

At the gate of the Prime Minister's residence, servants called out repeatedly, "Please invite General Weiyuan to come and offer his congratulations to the Prime Minister!"

"We cordially invite the Prefect of Ying'an County in the North City to come and offer his congratulations to the Prime Minister!"

At this moment, the cheers and laughter from the crowd, accompanied by bursts of music, grew louder and louder.

The vast mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations everywhere, but Yu Qianqian's room remained as deserted as ever. If it weren't for the double happiness characters pasted on the two doors, no one would have guessed that the person living in this dilapidated house was today's bride.

Yu Qianqian sat in front of the bronze mirror, letting Lingzhi casually apply rouge and powder to her face again and again. Unconsciously, her beautiful features, her bright eyes, her small and straight nose, her full and red lips, her delicate and exquisite figure, and her fair and smooth skin were all clearly displayed in the mirror.

Yu Qianqian slowly opened her eyes wide, her thick and long eyelashes curling slightly. She looked closely at the beautiful woman in the mirror, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, her waist-length hair tied up with gold hairpins and jeweled hairpins. She seriously doubted whether this was still herself.

"Look at our young lady's appearance and temperament, she is absolutely the most outstanding in the entire Tianshui City!" Lingzhi praised her vividly, stroking the gold hairpin in her hair.

Yu Qianqian responded that although she was quite good-looking, it would be an exaggeration to say that she was the best in the city. If such a statement got out, she would probably be vilified by others.

"It's just a pity that the young lady is about to marry a crippled prince..." Lingzhi realized she had misspoke and quickly covered her mouth with her hands, whispering to Yu Qianqian, "I'm sorry..."

Seeing Lingzhi hesitate and look guilty, Yu Qianqian raised an eyebrow and smiled dismissively: "So what? If he's healthy and lives long enough, I wouldn't even want to marry him!"

Outside, the sounds of gongs and drums filled the air, gradually drowning out the voices of Yu Qianqian and Ling Zhi.

Finally, the wedding procession stopped in front of the Prime Minister's residence, and several rows of bright red sedan chairs landed on the ground. She wore a phoenix coronet and a wedding gown as red as fire. With the help of the matchmaker and Lingzhi, she faced forward and stepped forward to greet them.

"Look, look! She's Feng Jin, the eldest daughter who was jilted by the Emperor!"

"She doesn't have Feng Yao's stunning beauty, and she's completely ignorant and a complete airhead. Although they are both daughters of the Prime Minister's family, the two sisters are worlds apart."

"Her? In the whole world, only that good-looking but useless Prince Jing would be willing to marry her!"

In an instant, the sarcastic and mocking voices of several middle-aged women in the crowd pierced her eardrums.

Aside from the constant, sarcastic chatter from all around, she could barely hear the voices of anyone else in the Feng family. After a moment's hesitation, she turned around and, through a thin layer of bright red gauze, could vaguely see that the entire Prime Minister's residence was empty, with only the matchmaker and Lingzhi around her.

The matchmaker glanced at Yu Qianqian, who was being mocked by everyone, her face tense and ashen, wishing she could bury her chin in her collar.

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