After the morning court session, quite some time passed before Mo Yunhan emerged from the palace with a grave expression.
Ye Qi, who was waiting outside, immediately went to greet him.
"Your Highness, what did the Emperor say? Is he going to send troops?"
Mo Yunhan shook his head.
"Let's go back to the manor first."
Ye Qi said anxiously, "Do we have to wait? If we really manage to break into the capital, this will be a real problem."
They went to investigate the matter of the golden hook scimitar.
However, they discovered traces of remnants of the Sui Dynasty.
Based on its size, it definitely has more than a hundred people.
With the added advantage of new mechanical techniques, the consequences of secretly infiltrating the capital would be unimaginable.
Mo Yunhan mounted his horse.
"Have someone keep an eye on things, and report back when there's any news."
Ye Qi followed suit and mounted his horse.
"What is Your Majesty thinking? Even if it is uncertain whether they are remnants of the Sui Dynasty, the fact that non-soldiers are privately manufacturing mecha weapons has violated the law. Why not send troops?"
Mo Yunhan returned to the capital overnight and entered the palace before the morning court session.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the court, many officials began to attack the military and political issues under his jurisdiction.
Every word was precious, directly pointing to the tiger tally that the retired emperor had never handed over.
Every word was for the stability of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
In order to stabilize the political situation.
Ever since that day in the patrol camp when Mo Yunzhao did not promote him to the rank of Prince Hao, Mo Yunhan knew that his elder brother had long harbored resentment towards him.
“Ye Qi, you don’t need to come back to the manor with me. Go find the best tailors, embroiderers and goldsmiths in the capital and bring them to the manor to make wedding clothes and headdresses for the future Ninth Prince’s Consort.”
"ah?"
The topic changed so quickly that Ye Qi didn't react in time.
Mo Yunhan had already ridden away.
At this moment, a long wedding procession was lined up in a row on the main street in front of the Ninth Prince's Mansion, making a grand spectacle.
The sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers were incessant.
Before the eighteen loads of dowry was a bright red wedding dress adorned with dragons and phoenixes, supported by a wooden frame shaped like a human figure. The embroidery was exquisite, with the interwoven gold threads and strung jade beads shimmering in the sunlight.
Before the wedding dress was a round red tray, upon which rested an even more luxurious phoenix crown.
A huge luminous pearl sits atop the phoenix crown, a sight rarely seen in the world.
The lively atmosphere here attracted many people.
Even Su Yulan, who lives on the outskirts of Chang'an District, came.
Looking at the wedding dress and phoenix crown, she felt envy in her eyes, but a sarcastic smile appeared on her lips.
"The Ninth Prince is marrying a princess. This matter has been kept very secret. The wedding procession has even arrived. I wonder who this princess is."
Chunmei, who was serving her, whispered, "If she's not the county princess of the Yun family, she must be the daughter of an important official in the court. It can't possibly be that little slut Jiang Qingwan."
Su Yulan scoffed.
"A lowly woman like her doesn't deserve to wear a phoenix coronet and wedding robes!"
Chunmei chuckled to herself, her eyes full of disdain.
"Princess, with such a grand entrance as the principal wife, the first thing she'll do upon entering the manor will surely be to kick that little slut out. Why don't we have someone give her a proper welcome?"
Su Yulan's eyes sparkled with both springtime charm and ruthlessness.
These past two days, Qin Minglang has been quite diligent in bed to please her, which has made her feel very comfortable.
But the humiliation he suffered at the Su family's house that day still simmered within him.
"Have someone find a few beggars, the dirtier and uglier the better."
Chunmei gave herself a blessing.
"yes."
Over there, Mo Qingrui stood beside Song Yushu, smiling broadly, her words laced with teasing.
"My Ninth Uncle is really generous. Although he is not the principal wife, he has given Jiang Meizi a lot of face. When I see Jiang Meizi next time, I will really have to bow properly and call her Aunt Ninth."
Song Yushu's face remained tense.
At that moment, a loud shout rang out.
"The Empress Dowager's imperial procession has arrived."
Mo Qingrui was startled and quickly knelt down to pay her respects.
"Isn't the Empress Dowager supposed to be recuperating in the palace and feeling unwell? Why would she come to offer congratulations?"
The ladies and maids around them all knelt down.
The imperial carriage, adorned with specially made phoenix-head lanterns, was carried by eight people and slowly brought to a stop at the entrance of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
Standing to one side of the imperial carriage, Granny Li raised her neck and shouted again, "By the grace of Her Majesty the Empress Dowager, the imperial carriage has been specially granted to escort Princess Xiaoran to her wedding. Please, Your Highness the Ninth Prince, come out to receive the bride."
Mo Qingrui froze, then hurriedly turned to look at Song Yushu, her eyes filled with astonishment.
"Is it Yun Xiaoran? When was this marriage decreed? Why haven't we heard a thing?"
The reason she always thought it was Jiang Qingwan was because not a single word of it had come out of the court.
If Yun Xiaoran had been betrothed to Mo Yunhan, such a joyous occasion would have been announced to the world by imperial decree long ago.
It's impossible to be in such a hurry.
Song Yushu had already stood up, his voice calm, "It's not an imperial marriage."
Mo Qingrui was completely confused.
Granny Li and another maid stood on either side of the imperial carriage, raising their hands to use their golden canes to pull back the curtains of the carriage.
Inside, Yun Xiaoran is wearing a long red dress and sitting with her hair up.
She was not wearing a wedding dress, nor a phoenix crown.
She smiled faintly at Song Yushu.
“Aunt, Xiaoran has no mother and her marriage is tragic. The Empress Dowager loves her dearly and bestowed upon her a phoenix crown and wedding dress, but there is no one fortunate enough to help Xiaoran put them on. Please, Aunt, come and help Xiaoran put on her wedding dress.”
Such a grand display sparked much discussion among the onlookers.
However, everyone knows that Yun Xiaoran is all alone and has no relatives left.
Having one's future in-laws help put on the wedding dress symbolizes harmony between the future mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, which is perfectly reasonable.
Su Yulan, standing in the crowd, twisted her handkerchief with some displeasure.
A few days ago, she heard that Yun Xiaoran and Mo Yunhan had a falling out.
I thought that with Mo Yunhan's personality, there was absolutely no way he would marry Yun Xiaoran again, but I didn't expect that.
But this is for the best. Given Yun Xiaoran's temperament, she would never tolerate Jiang Qingwan.
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