"Go and call someone back," the emperor ordered with a displeased expression. "There were so many memorials to read at the morning court session, yet you seemed to be in the mood to go out and have fun."

The Empress Dowager comforted him, saying, "Xian'er's temperament has been like this for a long time. If we really want to find fault, we can't blame him."

Blame it on Song Tangli, that seductive vixen. When the late emperor was alive, she was used to seeing the concubines vying for the emperor's favor. Song Tangli's methods were truly rather low-level.

"The Empress has been spoiled rotten!" The Emperor sighed. "Tang Xue will have to keep a close eye on the Crown Prince in the future."

Song Tangxue lowered her head: "Tangxue obeys."

"That's a good child," the emperor exclaimed, setting down his teacup.

"Your wedding is just around the corner, and there's a lot to do, so I won't keep you any longer." The Empress Dowager waved her hand, signaling Granny Geng to see her out.

Upon arriving at the palace gate, Song Tangxue discovered that her dowry had been increased. Granny Geng smiled and said, "The Empress Dowager is grateful for your hardships, Miss. With the future prosperity of your household, these are all things for you to rely on. Please keep them safe."

Song Tangxue bowed respectfully and said, "Please convey my gratitude to the Empress Dowager on my behalf."

In Kunning Palace, the Empress Dowager watched the graceful figure disappear into the distance and sighed with relief: "Tang Xue is such a fine girl. With such a gem before us, how could the Crown Prince be so blind as to fall for Song Tangli?"

The Empress Dowager involuntarily drifted into her memories, shaking her head with a smile in her eyes.

The Emperor was somewhat surprised: "Your Majesty, I have never seen you like this before. Song Tangxue is indeed a good child. In the future, you should also keep the Crown Prince in check and prevent him from favoring his concubine over his wife."

"Find an opportunity to get rid of that little girl," the Empress Dowager said casually, putting down her teacup. "Keeping her by the Crown Prince's side will only bring trouble in the end."

"Your subject understands."

When she returned to the manor, Song Tangxue went to the shop to make some arrangements and also took the time to prepare her dowry. She didn't need to prepare too much, since she wouldn't be staying in the Crown Prince's manor for long anyway.

The streets of Kyoto were bustling with people, and Song Tangxue had several shops in this lively area.

Behind Song Tangxue were only two boxes of things, all of which were unwanted old goods from the shops. Song Tangxue never intended to bring anything nice to the Crown Prince's residence.

From afar, they spotted Song Tangli just coming out of the Treasure Shop, directing the workers to help her pack the jewelry into a red box: "Be careful, these are all valuable items. If they fall or get damaged, you won't be able to afford to pay for them."

Turning her head, she saw Song Tangxue coming from the end of the street. She rolled her eyes and leaned closer, asking, "Is my sister also preparing her dowry?"

Song Tangxue glanced at her but didn't want to answer.

Song Tangli glanced at the few red boxes behind her and said with a smile, "Sister's dowry... how can it be so shabby?"

"If you don't mind, little sister bought a little extra, why don't you share some with your older sister?" Song Tangli looked at her mockingly.

Many people on the street stopped to watch the show and whispered among themselves. Song Tangli immediately straightened her back: "We sisters are getting married on the same day. I can't let you disgrace the Song family."

"Heh." Song Tangxue sneered, assuming she was up to something, using herself to elevate herself. "Don't you know why I don't have a dowry?"

Song Tangli took a step back, her intuition telling her that Song Tangxue's next words were not good.

“The Song family has never given me any money. My sister is an adopted daughter, yet her dowry is more lavish than that of the legitimate daughter. Why do you think that is?” Song Tangxue took a step forward, getting closer to Song Tangli and staring into her eyes.

The crowd erupted in uproar. In this dynasty, the hierarchy of legitimate and illegitimate children was strictly observed, yet this legitimate daughter had fallen to such a state. The Song family was truly heartless.

Song Tangli clenched her fists, glared at her fiercely, and then slunk away.

Song Tangxue watched calmly. If she can't even handle this much psychological pressure, she'll probably faint from crying when Li Zhaoxian is killed in the future.

Song Tangli was furious, and her good mood for the day was ruined. She returned to the Song residence, only to encounter people carrying a long string of red boxes as dowry into the mansion at the gate.

She was a little excited. Could it be the dowry her father and mother had prepared for her? She and Song Tangxue were the only daughters in the family waiting to be married. Could it be Song Tangxue again?

Thinking of this, Song Tangli felt much better after being upset on the street. She ran to her mother's courtyard and asked, "Mother, why are there so many dowries outside?"

Song's mother was a little embarrassed: "That was the dowry that the Empress Dowager prepared for Song Tangxue. Along with it came an imperial edict, instructing us to prepare a dowry for Song Tangxue in accordance with the law."

Song Tangli's face was rather unpleasant as she watched the endless stream of dowry passing by her courtyard gate, her eyes burning with envy.

It's Song Tangxue again. Why does she always have to be superior to me?

Having lost the will to speak, Song Tangli bid farewell to her mother and returned to her own courtyard, where she raised her hand and overturned the tea set on the table to the ground.

The dowry piled up in the yard looked like a joke, and Song Tangli angrily walked around it.

Never mind, she'll be the Crown Princess on her wedding day, and all this dowry will be hers anyway!

Song Tangli suppressed her anger, turning it into joy, and began to examine her wedding dress with great interest. This wedding dress was sewn by a palace embroiderer.

The measurements reported by the Song family were her measurements, and the first thing they delivered was to her own courtyard.

Both the position of Crown Princess and those enviable dowries belong to her!

When Song Tangxue returned to the courtyard, the dowry sent by the Empress Dowager was already neatly arranged in the courtyard. The servants all looked at it with envy, carefully handling it for fear of damaging it.

As the owner of these dowries, Song Tangxue merely glanced at them coldly and said, "Take them inside. It will be disastrous if it rains in the next two days."

Her face showed no joy whatsoever; it was all Song Tangxue's, enough to fill her up.

Once she enters the Eastern Palace, when that vampire-like mother and son pester the Crown Princess for money, will Song Tangli still be able to smile?

Having suffered greatly as a result, Song Tangxue knew best the depravity of that mother and son.

Back in the courtyard, without Haitang by her side, no one dared to come in to serve her. The room was cold and quiet, with only sunlight filling the space.

It spread out wildly, the body was warm, but the heart was ice-cold.

Although she had no expectations for this marriage, she still had to maintain appearances, and the embroidered fan covering her face still had to be sewn.

"Haitang, your needlework is really good!" Song Tangxue looked at the purse that Haitang had embroidered in surprise. The pattern on it was so lifelike that Song Tangxue couldn't put it down and played with it.

"I'm glad you like it, Miss." Haitang said shyly.

At that time, they had only known each other for a short time, and there was still some distance between Haitang and her.

"When Miss gets married in the future, I will embroider the most beautiful embroidered fan for her, so that she can be the happiest bride in the world!" That's what Haitang said later, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.