Unexpectedly, the Crown Prince told her that he was the behind-the-scenes boss of Rongchang Bank, which was spread across major cities in the Jiuzhou Continent and ranked number one in the entire continent.

So in order to conceal her tracks, she now had to go to Rongchang Money House in Lizhou to take up her post.

Although Princess Mixue was born out of wedlock, her husband's family was the noble Prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty, so Mixue's marriage was not sloppy at all. Emperor Dezheng even raised the standard of Mixue's marriage to that of a legitimate princess.

Seeing the carts of gold, silver, jewelry, silk and brocade being continuously shipped out of the palace, Qianye Manqiao and Qianye Bingmeng were dazzled.

"This Mi Xue is so naive. After getting married, she may never come back. When she left, she didn't even say goodbye to my father. It's a pity that my father loves her so much and prepared such a large dowry for her. A daughter who is married off is like water spilled.

Father, are you sure that this little girl, Mi Xue, can really bring good to South Vietnam after she gets married? She looks like she's leaving the South Vietnamese palace like some monstrous beast, leaving so mercilessly."

At a six-nation trade conference, all three princesses of South Vietnam were married off. The one with the lowest status married the best, while the one with the highest status married the worst. Although she was in the middle, what bothered Qianye Bingmeng was that, with so many princes and nobles attending the trade conference, not a single one offered to marry her.

So when Bing Meng saw Mi Xue getting married, she felt like she had swallowed a toad, and she felt so nauseous that she wanted to vomit.

"Meng'er, shut up!"

Before Emperor Dezheng could say anything, Concubine Duan beside him shouted sternly, stopping Qianye Bingmeng in time.

"When to depart is decided by the Northern Wei, not by Mi Xue. How can you blame Mi Xue for this? Mi Xue has never left the palace since she was a child. Now that she is leaving your father, she must be extremely reluctant. You don't understand anything, why are you butting in?"

Concubine Duan's harsh lecture made Qian Ye Bing Meng shut up in frustration. At the same time, Emperor De Zheng, who was about to punish her, glared at her fiercely and did not bother with her anymore.

Concubine Ling and Qianye Manqiao, who were demoted to concubines, were preparing to watch Qianye Bingmeng's show, but they were ruined by the shrewd and patient Concubine Duan. They could only pout and stop talking.

Qian Yeming was the prince who had escorted Mixue to the Northern Wei. He was clad in a black robe with a dragon pattern, which made his already tall figure appear even more majestic. Everyone watched Qian Yeming's tall and straight figure from the city walls, wondering if this was really the sickly, ghostly prince who always had one foot on the brink of death?

How could such a sick man possess such a powerful aura and upright posture?

In short, amid everyone's doubts, confusion, jealousy, and astonishment, the Northern Wei envoys and the Nanyue bridegroom's delegation, personally seen off by Emperor Dezheng, left the Nanyue Palace from the north gate in a grand procession and headed towards the Northern Wei.

The motorcade moved slowly, with guards standing on both sides of the road, palace maids and palace servants escorting the carriages in the middle, and the entire team was three miles long.

Although the length of the procession was much shorter than that of the Crown Prince's wedding, one must remember that the dowry, guards, and maids accompanying Princess Mixue were all gone and would never return. Therefore, a three-mile length and a thousand guards were already a very large procession for this princess of the lowest status.