Chapter 9: Wedding Preparation

It was the first time that Wei Qingcheng said such words in front of her sister. She was extremely embarrassed, but was also afraid that her sister would become suspicious, so she broke down their interactions and described them in detail.

"Really? Not for me and Zi Yan?" Wei Minghui stopped crying and stared into her younger brother's eyes.

"No, sister, otherwise the prince wouldn't be willing. It must be my sincerity that touched him!"

"You are shameless! He has good taste, as he has such a beautiful princess like our Qingcheng."

Wei Minghui touched his younger brother's head and said, "Come and see these. Dad just told me that since the prince values ​​you and the Wei Mansion so much, we can't be bad either, so that we won't be looked down upon by others."

The brother and sister looked at the dowry on the list, and Wei Qingcheng suspected that his sister wanted to give him a long-mile red dowry.

Mother Wei looked at this scene with relief. The knot in her heart for these days finally dissipated: "Look, after so many years, the siblings are still talking and laughing like they were when they were little, and one protects the other."

Father Wei put his arm around Mother Wei and said, "Yes, that's how brothers and sisters should be, supporting each other. Our three children are not bad, they are all good children with loyalty and affection."

Wei Minghui looked at them one by one: "The big items include the eight-step bed, the makeup box, the camphorwood box, the sealed cabinet, the bottom of the box and the treasure barrel for descendants.

Small items include a spittoon, a red ruler, a vase, a copper plate, a silver-wrapped belt, a dragon-and-phoenix quilt, and dragon-and-phoenix bowls and chopsticks.

Uncle Wang, replace this eight-step bed with a large bed with carved rosewood patterns, and polish and lacquer the camphorwood box. The lacquer should be red gold..."

Wei Qingcheng looked at the three buckets on the ground, her cheeks burning, "Ahem, sister, I don't want to put those makeup boxes and buckets in there.

The voice became smaller and smaller: "I can't have children either."

Wei Minghui's expression didn't change. She had learned how to take care of these things since she was a child. Seeing her younger brother like this, she wanted to tease him: "No, although some of these things are not needed by you, you can't be without them. This is the etiquette of getting married. Those three buckets are called descendants' treasure buckets, this one is the cornucopia, this one is the wealth bucket, and that one is the descendants bucket."

Seeing that Father and Mother Wei didn't notice them, she approached Wei Qingcheng and looked at her younger brother's blushing face. "Hey! This orange-shaped porcelain is called the bottom of the box. Remember to open it and take a look on the night of your wedding. I put it in there for you. Remember, this is very important!"

Wei Qingcheng nodded in confusion.

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Ever since the marriage agreement was made, Song Rui has been busy and happy. He has been in charge of everything from the entire wedding process to every guest invited.

Madam Xin, rest in peace. After so many years, the prince finally has someone who understands him. When he feels sad in the future, he will have someone to talk to.

Now, no one dares to bully the prince, and life is finally better.

He muttered to himself, but it was a pity that he was a eunuch and had no power. He could not enter the imperial mausoleum and could not tell Concubine Xin in front of her tomb.

"Butler Song, this is the wedding dress sent by the palace's clothing department. Please take a look and choose the best one. It must be sent to the princess as soon as possible."

His thoughts were interrupted. He looked at the three wedding dresses with python prints on them. He knew they were the prince's size. There was no mistake. He then looked at the princess's.

"What a bunch of filthy bastards! Sluts! They think they can degrade the princess."

Xia He blinked and saw that the princess' wedding dress was actually women's style, and she immediately became angry.

Song Rui waved to those people wearing wedding dresses:

"Take your things and follow me!"

A group of people came to the study,

"Your Majesty, look."

The woman's wedding dress burned Xie Jingyu's heart. The scene of Sun Yanhong and Wei Qingcheng's wedding appeared in front of his eyes. At that time, he only dared to act like a thief. He hurriedly drank the wedding wine and hid in the crowd to watch the man's face.

He rubbed the clothes with such force that his fingers almost tore them. He closed his eyes, hiding the scarlet color in his pupils. When he opened his eyes again, he managed to suppress the emotion.

"After you honor him as your father for once, he starts to act like an emperor again. Let him wake up. Jiayi"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in black appeared in the room.

“Go to Concubine Jia and tell her that she can have her revenge.

Then, as if he had thought of something pleasant, he smiled and said, "Xia He, go find Rong Er and ask her to pack up and go to Liushang Qushui with me."

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"Brother, why don't you ask sister-in-law to come along? If he knew you were so thoughtful, he would definitely be attracted to you a long time ago!"

"Don't scare him, he's timid. If he knew I refused the clothes from the palace, he would be worried. He's weak, and worrying too much would hurt his body."

Two people were chatting in the store. The people in the store saw that they were dressed very elegantly and called the owner over quickly.

The shopkeeper smiled and asked, "Would you like to see some clothes or fabrics?"

"I need to make a wedding dress."

"When do you want it? Do you need to measure the size now? We have some ready-made ones in the store, would you like to take a look?"

The shopkeeper pointed to a row of bright red wedding dresses next to him. Xie Jingyu said without even looking at them, "On the fourth day of September, the size will be delivered in a while. I will draw the design now. My wife and I are all men, so we will make them according to men's styles."

The shopkeeper's eyes rolled around, as if he had guessed something, and he nodded with a smile that became more and more overflowing.

"Okay, okay, please sit in the back hall and have some tea. I'll ask someone to paint it for you."

After a while, the shop owner came out with four people, holding paper, pen, some materials and jewelry samples.

Yan Rong looked at several hair crown samples with great interest

"Hey, this lily hair crown can be made into a gold-painted border. It's very beautiful. It will definitely look good on my sister-in-law!"

The person next to him came up and explained: "Miss, this means a happy marriage for a hundred years."

"Brother, this is great. It will look good on my sister-in-law too!"

"Well, let's look at a few more."

Soon, several guests came to the front hall and talked about Bianjing gossip while choosing clothes.

The shorter woman took a butterfly hairpin and put it on her head, gesturing: "Do you know about the incident involving the third young lady of Minister Sun's family?"

"I know. It's known to everyone. It's really unrestrained and brings shame to us women. The man she is pestering doesn't seem to have any important background and has no support from the family. Why do you think she wants to pester such a person with no background?" The taller woman handed her another hairpin.

She took the hairpin and said, "It's because of my deep love for you! Maybe the man is born with a good appearance!"

The two walked to the cloth again.

"This batch of fabrics is really good. Buy more today."

The tall woman's eyes lit up: "Yeah, if we talk about good looks, it has to be our Second Young Master Wei. I can be happy for several days just by looking at him from afar." She took another piece of cloth and pointed it at the short woman.

"This is not good, it makes you look dark! What a pity, our Second Young Master Wei is going to be someone else's wife. But it's also good this way, which woman can be worthy of him? If he gets married, I will cry to death!"