"Brother Xiye, what's wrong with you...?"

Princess Zhaoping had only uttered those few words in a low voice when she saw the man in black satin shoes walk away from her without looking back. A strange voice came from the direction he left: "Uncle Fu, here, the chicken is back to you."

chicken?

Princess Zhaoping was stunned. Wasn't the one she had just married Xiye?

"Princess, let's go to the bridal chamber," Granny Chang's voice rang out beside her.

Despite her best efforts to conceal it, Princess Zhaoping still noticed the unusual quality in her voice this time.

Princess Zhaoping could no longer hold back and raised her hand to pull off her veil.

Granny Chang quickly grabbed Princess Zhaoping's hand and whispered beside her, "Princess, if you still want to be with the Ninth Prince in the future, then you must not."

Upon hearing this, Princess Zhaoping had already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth. Her eyes immediately reddened, and her heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

Amidst the sympathetic and complex gazes of the guests, Princess Zhaoping was helped in through the inner door by Granny Chang, Simeng, and Siyi, like a puppet on a string.

The banquet hall remained silent for a long time.

Zhou Fu handed the half-dead chicken to the servant beside him and instructed, "Take it out and find a place to bury it properly."

The servant took the chicken and left.

He then raised a forced smile and greeted everyone, "Everyone, please take your seats and begin the feast. Eat and drink well!"

Having said that, he didn't linger for a moment and turned to leave.

The guests were left bewildered, and a mess was left behind.

Everyone was quiet, silently looking at each other.

They could see a million alpacas galloping joyfully in each other's eyes.

This is fucking...

How so?

Have I ever had a more bizarre and speechless wedding banquet in my life?

Princess Zhaoping entered the bridal chamber with tears streaming down her face.

Granny Chang dismissed all the idlers waiting to serve in the bridal chamber, leaving only her two personal maids, Simeng and Siyi. She stepped forward and advised, "Princess, you must remember, no matter how you entered this house, you are now the mistress of this mansion. When you go out in the future, others will respectfully call you 'Ninth Prince's Consort.' Isn't this exactly the result you've always wanted?"

“I, Granny, but…” Princess Zhaoping choked up and could not speak.

Such a humiliating way to enter!

And this happened right under the noses of all the civil and military officials and their families!

How will she ever face anyone again?!

“Princess, think about that bandit. It’s said that when the Ninth Prince married her, he used a chicken instead. But what is her relationship with the Prince now?” Granny Chang continued, “Men all like virtuous women. Compared to that bandit, the Princess’s advantage lies in her good family background and good upbringing. If you lose even in this aspect, then you will truly have no chance of turning your life around in the Ninth Prince’s mansion.”

“Yes, Princess, have you forgotten what the Empress Dowager told you yesterday? ‘Every successful matriarch can tolerate what ordinary people cannot tolerate and endure what ordinary people cannot endure.’ We’ve only just begun, so you must persevere,” Simeng also advised.

Princess Zhaoping clenched her fists on her knees, forcing back the bitter pain in her heart, and choked out, "I know, I..."

Ji Fengyao and Shang Xiye finished breakfast.

Shang Xiye heard Wu Shang secretly report that everything that needed to be done had been completed and that Princess Zhaoping had been sent to Dianxiang Pavilion. Only then did he leisurely lead Ji Fengyao to the front hall.

Looking at Shang Xiye, who appeared to be in good spirits and had come hand in hand with Ji Fengyao.

The guests in the room were speechless.

The banquet hall, which had just begun to calm down, fell into a deathly silence once again.