The happiest person was Aunt Liu, who was the first to react and step forward to congratulate her: "Congratulations, Miss, you will soon become the Princess Consort of Zhan. Although... hehe... although the Prince of Zhan is now crippled, he is still a powerful prince. If you marry into his family, you will definitely have a good life."

hehe……

Qian Youxue laughed along and generously replied, "Thank you for your kind words, Aunt Liu."

Three days!

The last betrothal to the Crown Prince was a month away, and now it's only been three days. Is this a wedding, or is he rushing to be reincarnated? What is that damned demon up to?

Coming to her senses, she saw that her grandmother's face was getting worse, so she went up to her and comforted her: "Grandmother, it's just a marriage, don't think too much about it."

"Sigh..." The old lady sighed, and when she looked around and saw that Su Shi was not among the people who came, she became even more agitated.

Aunt Liu didn't want to waste time here, as there was no benefit in doing so, so she spoke first: "Why didn't you come for such an important matter, sister? Youxue is, after all, the eldest daughter of the Qian family."

"Mother's mind is all on her younger brother, how could she care what happened to her older sister?" Qian Yuexue added sarcastically from the side.

yes!

Her mother only cared about Bowen; she didn't care about her daughter at all. Even now, when she was being nice, it was only because she was afraid that her daughter wouldn't get treatment for Bowen. Qian Youxue knew this was an inescapable fact, and her heart ached a little.

"Go tell Madam Su that if Youxue's wedding isn't done well enough, she should be sent back to the Su family!" The old lady also lost her temper and yelled at Qianmo.

Qianmo understood the order and left, jogging towards Yiyuan.

“Grandmother, you mustn’t get angry. Your health is the most important thing.” Qian Youxue stepped forward and took her grandmother’s arm. Turning back, she deliberately instructed Mei’er, “Mei’er, you and Yunhe take stock of these things. Move half to Grandmother’s courtyard and the other half to Mother’s place for Bowen to use when he gets married.”

Aunt Liu was furious when she heard this. That sickly boy was going to live to get married? What a waste! Half of his things would be worth so much!

However, before Aunt Liu could make up her mind, the old lady spoke first: "You don't need to worry about Bowen's marriage. All these things will be included in your dowry. In addition, Grandmother has prepared some other things for you. You are the legitimate daughter of the Qian family, so you can't be too shabby."

Qian Yuexue opened her mouth wide in surprise. So many betrothal gifts were to be used as dowry, and her grandmother had other things to give to that good-for-nothing. She was really too shameless.

Aunt Liu was also very dissatisfied, worried that the old man had given all the good things to Qian Youxue, and that when Muxue married the Crown Prince, she would have nothing to offer. Being shrewd, she couldn't help but ask, "I heard that the Crown Prince has been going to great lengths to marry our Muxue. Mother, do you have any thoughts on this?"

The old lady's mind was entirely focused on Youxue, and she didn't care at all about Muxue becoming the Crown Princess. If Qiansheng hadn't mentioned the Emperor's intentions several times, she really wouldn't have paid any attention to it.

Now that Madam Liu has no sense of propriety whatsoever and is even showing off as if she did a good deed, her expression naturally won't be very pleasant. She raised her eyes, glanced at the unusually quiet Qian Muxue, and spoke weakly, "Don't keep talking about things that aren't even close to being settled. Who is the Crown Prince? Can someone of ordinary status become the Crown Princess?"

Everyone present could understand what the old lady meant; she was clearly saying that Qian Muxue did not have the status of a legitimate daughter, and that this matter was probably just wishful thinking.

After figuring it out, Aunt Lan curled her lips slightly and gave Qian Muxue a sarcastic look. She was indeed pretty, but even with her good looks, she was still just a concubine's daughter.