Normally, after the death of the empress, the princess should observe filial piety for three years before marrying. However, the eighth princess's marriage to Sichuan and Yunnan was not just a simple marriage, but also served to appease the local vassal kings.
Molan wanted to know about the new emperor, and the newly enthroned emperor was also thinking about the eighth princess's marriage. According to the rules, either Re Xiaozhong would let the eighth princess marry, or she would marry after twenty-seven months.
As for the other princesses in the palace, now that he had ascended the throne, it was not appropriate for princesses who were not born to the same mother to remain in the palace. Princess Jinyi took the initiative to take in the younger, unmarried princess and brought the two to the princess's mansion. According to the new emperor's intention, the marriage between the two would be arranged after three years, and no princess's mansion or fiefdom would be granted.
After discussing the Eighth Princess's marriage, they still felt that they should send her to a distant place while the mourning period was still hot. Besides, under the pretext of sending her to marry, they could send some troops there. They couldn't wait until the rebellious prince became stronger before they could retaliate.
After the young palace maid returned to Yijing Palace, before she could report the news she had inquired about, the new emperor's decree arrived.
After kneeling down to receive the imperial edict, Molan's face turned pale and she didn't stand up. The little palace maid came forward to help Molan up and said, "Princess, the ground is very cold. Please stand up first."
After waiting for a while, Molan helped the little palace maid to stand up. She thought to herself: Getting married in three days? Why are they rushing me to get married? It wasn't long after the late emperor and empress passed away.
After returning to the house, Molan took the hot tea with shaking hands. With a snap, the teacup fell to the ground, and the crisp sound made Molan sober up.
Molan sighed lightly, waved her hand and said, "Let's pack up." Then she stood up and walked into the inner room.
She had originally thought that she still had a few years left, and by then she would find a way to plead with the new emperor and ask him to release her from her confinement. As long as she was free to move around, she would be able to take care of the Sheng family.
No matter how unfavored she was, she was still a royal princess. Since ancient times, the royal family was the monarch, and all the ministers had to bow down before them, but it seemed that God did not want to give her this opportunity.
Leaning on the couch, Molan gritted her teeth in hatred and tore the candied fruit in her hand into pieces.
Who could have imagined that this wasn't the most infuriating thing? When she counted the dowry the next day, the precious things Molan had imagined were exactly the same, only slightly better than when she was a marquis' wife. Molan stared at the poor quality jewelry in the box, her hands raised high. At that moment, she really wanted to smash everything. In the end, she raised it high and gently put it down, pursing her lips as she reviewed all the dowry.
On the day of leaving the palace, the moment Molan sat in the sedan chair, a strong wind suddenly blew up. She was almost thrown out by the eunuch, and she was shaken so much that she vomited.
Molan's face was as black as charcoal. Her wedding gown was stained with vomit. She had to change from a sedan chair to a carriage, and even kneel before the emperor before leaving the palace. She pinched her palms, wondering what she would do next.
The older palace maid, already down from the ground, followed the wedding sedan not far behind. Seeing the sedan nearly flipped over by the wind, and hearing the noises inside, she lowered her head and laughed silently. Looking at this unlucky appearance, she had never heard of a bride like the Eighth Princess.
After only a short laugh, the older maid went over to open the curtain of the sedan chair and asked with concern, "Princess, how are you?"
As soon as the curtains were lifted, a strange odor was unleashed. Although the smell was disgusting to the older maid, she felt extremely happy. She wanted to tell everyone in the palace right away that the royal princess had vomited all over her wedding dress on her wedding day.
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