Fu Hanlai had too many truths in his heart that he couldn't reveal, so he just glanced contemptuously in the direction from which the voice came.
Jiang Xuelin, who was in the bridal sedan chair behind, also heard the sound and almost crushed the apple in her hand.
Both parties involved were somewhat dazed at this moment.
Regardless of what the two of them were really thinking, everyone else was either watching the spectacle or overjoyed, completely oblivious to the terrible yet wonderful feelings the newlyweds were experiencing.
The distance between the Marquis of Jing'an's residence and the Prince of Ping's residence was neither far nor near. Today, Fu Hanlai was dressed in a bright red wedding robe and rode a tall, fine horse with a red ribbon tied around its head. The wedding robe accentuated his slender waistline, making the usually carefree and irresponsible young tyrant of the capital appear somewhat dashing and handsome. The young ladies and wives watching the spectacle on both sides couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
The bride sat in the bridal sedan chair, making it impossible to see her face clearly. However, many people on the streets of the capital were quite familiar with this eldest daughter of the Marquis of Jing'an's family, and she must be a stunning beauty today.
The wedding procession was extremely lively, with drums and gongs leading the way, creating a festive atmosphere. Behind the bridal sedan chair was the main attraction for everyone who had come out to watch the spectacle – the dowry that the Marquis of Jing'an's family had prepared for their beloved daughter.
On the wedding day of a prominent family, many people would come out to admire the grand dowry. The dowry was a woman's confidence and face after marrying into her husband's family. If the dowry was as long as ten miles of red, it would often be the subject of discussion for many years.
The last time the people of the capital talked about it for a long time was when the Crown Prince and Crown Princess got married.
All the large pieces of furniture that were difficult to move were delivered to Prince Ping's residence yesterday. Now, following behind the bridal sedan chair are mainly jewelry, clothing, and some other precious items.
Following the bridal sedan chair were all sorts of priceless treasures, boxes piled high with pearls, gems, and jade pendants. Unlike other people who only put one or two or three items in a box to show off, Jiang Xuelin's treasures were crammed together as if they were worthless.
A whole row of huanghuali furniture, complete sets of various jewelry...
There were twelve tiles representing the shop, and eight pieces of soil wrapped in red paper, representing eight villages. As for the silver in the chest, which was not visible to others, it must have been quite substantial.
Some curious people followed the wedding procession toward the Prince Ping's mansion. When the groom was almost there, they immediately ran back and found that Jiang Xuelin's dowry was still being carried out of the mansion gates one by one, and they didn't know how much more was behind them.
They had already arrived at the Prince Ping's residence, and hadn't even left the gates of the Marquis's mansion yet. One could imagine how much dowry there was. Moreover, judging from the bent carrying poles used to carry the dowry, every single dowry item was packed full, not a single one was empty.
"That was the day the Crown Princess and the Crown Prince were married, so the dowry should be about the same, right?"
Watching this scene, someone couldn't help but sigh. After he finished speaking, someone next to him immediately retorted, "How can that be compared? The Crown Princess's dowry that day consisted of a full 158 sets, while the Jiang family's daughter only had 128 sets, a full 30 sets less!"
"What do you know? Although the Crown Princess's dowry consisted of 158 sets, it wasn't nearly as full as the Jiang family's daughter's. Look at those boxes; if they were in someone else's house, they could be split into two sets, right?"
At this point, the person who had spoken earlier added, "If it weren't for the fear of suppressing the number of tables in the Crown Princess's dowry, the Jiang family would have more than 128 tables."
"The Marquis of Jing'an's family really spoils their daughter..."
Ordinary people gathered on the roadside to watch the grand spectacle. Today was an auspicious day for the Prince of Ping's Mansion and the Marquis of Jing'an's Mansion. They would throw some candy and coins along the way, and they would definitely not cause any trouble to the onlookers.
Even if it's not a cause for universal celebration, the presence of these people joining in the fun makes the occasion even more lively, which is a good thing.
People with some wealth naturally wouldn't crowd on the roadside like ordinary people, but some people were curious and booked private rooms next to the street where the wedding procession passed, watching the procession pass by from upstairs, and naturally there were many discussions like the one just now.
On the busiest street between the Prince Ping's Mansion and the Marquis Jing'an's Mansion, a window in a second-floor private room was opened, revealing a young woman with a veil on her face. Looking down at the endless procession of dowry members, which stretched as far as the eye could see on both sides, she felt a mix of emotions.
"Miss?" The maidservant beside her called softly, drawing the girl's attention away from downstairs.
"Go back now, or you'll definitely get a scolding at home."
"yes."
At this moment, Jiang Xuelin's bridal sedan chair finally stopped at the gate of the Prince Ping's mansion. Fu Hanlai also dismounted from his horse. As soon as he got off the horse, a bow wrapped with red silk and three red arrows were stuffed into his hand, indicating that he should shoot at the sedan chair door.
When the red arrow struck the sedan door, Jiang Xuelin inside almost instinctively jumped up to attack, but then remembered the wedding process that the matchmaker had told her earlier.
From the moment the sedan chair landed, Jiang Xuelin's heart began to race. Then, the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted by a hand. Jiang Xuelin's view was blocked by the bridal veil, so she couldn't see who it was. However, a piece of red silk was then stuffed into her hand.
She felt like a wooden doll as she stepped off the bridal sedan chair, guided by the red silk, and onto the red carpet that had been laid out in the Prince Ping's mansion.
The surrounding noise made it impossible for Jiang Xuelin to concentrate. She could only be led across the brazier and into the Prince Ping's mansion in a daze.
Although this place was the Prince Ping's residence, and Fu Hanlai was the Prince Ping's heir, his reaction was not much better than Jiang Xuelin's. The two of them were completely out of it, their minds were in a daze, and they mechanically followed the instructions from the side, thus completing the wedding ceremony in a muddle.
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