Both are daughters of prime ministers, but Feng Yao is so noble and dazzling, while Feng Jin is worlds apart from her. Who would want to stand next to a good-for-nothing and be dragged down and laughed at?
At this moment, Yu Qianqian could only hear the frantic pounding of her own heart. She held her breath, trying her best to remain calm. Every step forward felt like carrying a heavy yoke.
“Young Miss…” Lingzhi looked at Yu Qianqian with a worried expression, but before she could finish a sentence, her hands began to tremble violently.
Yu Qianqian suddenly stopped and tried to speak slowly and deliberately: "Lingzhi, don't worry, I'm thick-skinned and tough, so being scolded won't hurt me."
Mu Beichen, who remained seated atop his horse, could still clearly see, though he merely glanced up casually, that Yu Qianqian's hands beneath her red veil were tightly clasped together, twisting the red handkerchief into a small ball.
Although Feng Jin was born of the principal wife, her status in the Prime Minister's mansion was well known. When Feng Yao and Prince Jing were about to get engaged, news leaked from the palace that Feng Qingyun tried every means to get her precious daughter off the engagement the next day. Later, she even joined forces with Mu Feiyu at all costs to force Mu Qiye to break off the engagement and leave her silly daughter to Prince Jing.
As people cast disdainful glances at Yu Qianqian, his previously calm and composed expression suddenly turned cold, and he felt an urge to dismount.
But when he looked back again, he saw Yu Qianqian decisively let go of Lingzhi's hand and slowly get into the sedan chair.
After settling into the sedan chair, Yu Qianqian gently lifted the curtain and casually asked the tall, straight figure in front of her, "Your Highness, may we leave now?"
Mu Beichen slightly raised his eyes. He looked at Feng Jin, who maintained her elegant demeanor despite the contempt of the crowd, and couldn't help but raise his lips in a wicked smile; Feng Jin, not bad, you really didn't disappoint me.
Mu Beichen raised his hand to the servants, making a "go" gesture, then whipped his horse and rode away.
As the music began, a row of bridal sedan chairs immediately rose from the ground, and the wedding procession, with flowers flying all the way, headed straight for the Prince Jing's Mansion.
"Yu Qianqian, the daughter of General Zhenbei, changed her name to Feng Jin and entered the Jing Prince's Mansion as the Jing Prince's Consort. From then on, Yu Qianqian was no more in the world."
As the footsteps faded, eight bright red wedding sedan chairs landed one after another. Feng Jin couldn't wait to lift her red veil and peek out of the sedan chairs. What she saw made her eyes light up. It turned out that in this capital city, besides the imperial palace, there was a mansion with such a vast area.
Before them stood the magnificent Yunpai Pavilion, its roof covered entirely with golden glazed tiles, resembling a series of golden islands. In the courtyard, about two hundred meters directly in front, a soaring building, its carved eaves and embroidered railings hidden among the trees and valleys, stood tall. This was the Fuxi Courtyard of the Prince Jing's Mansion, the place where the new princess would soon reside.
The path to Fuxi Garden is lined with lush bamboo groves and blooming flowers. Although it may seem a bit secluded, the garden itself is exceptionally elegant. Rather than a private garden, it is more like a tranquil place for self-cultivation.
When the nanny helped her down from the sedan chair, she realized that Mu Beichen was nowhere to be seen at the door.
In any case, she was, after all, the princess whom Mu Beichen had brought back with great pomp and circumstance. How could he just leave her here and ignore her like this? She knew very well how much Mu Beichen disliked her, just as she wished for his death at every moment.
Out of curiosity, she couldn't help but ask the old woman, "Where is the Prince?"
The old nanny slowly bent down and bowed respectfully to Feng Jin: "Your Highness, His Highness is temporarily tied up with official business and has entrusted this old servant with the task of welcoming Your Highness into the mansion."
Busy with official business? Even if he is highly regarded by the Emperor, would he really leave his bride behind on their wedding day to attend to official duties? It's really quite a feat for Mu Beichen to come up with such an excuse just to avoid her.
Thinking of this, Feng Jin's slightly raised lips curled into a cold smile: "In that case, please lead the way, sir."
This way, she can finally relax and have some peace and quiet, and she's overjoyed!
Lingzhi and the nanny helped her into the room in Fuxi Courtyard. After the servants had all left, she pulled off the red veil, revealing an antique-style boudoir. Near the window stood a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument), and the walls were covered with brocade adorned with blood-red spider lilies. On the dressing table sat a bronze mirror and various kinds of rouge and face powder.
The house looks ordinary on the surface, but in reality, it is a world of its own inside.
Feng Jin lay on her back on the exquisite and soft bed, the faint scent of sandalwood filling the air around her. The whole room felt so fresh and comfortable. She counted the fine, intricate patterns on the ceiling, but her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and everything became blurry...
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