Although Shang Ruoyi walked some distance away, her hearing was extremely sensitive, and she heard every word of the doctor's words without missing a single word.
I couldn't help but frown. What did the doctor mean by this?
The wedding procession suddenly arrived at the gate. Shang Ruoyi, wearing her wedding dress and a veil on her head, was supported by a maid to walk out of the gate of the prime minister's residence.
"Did you see that? The second daughter of the Xiangfu is getting married, and not only did the Xiangye and her husband not come out to see her off, there's not even a concubine."
"Oh, didn't you see it? The groom, the prince of Dingguo Palace, didn't come out to welcome the bride. It is said that the betrothal gifts were pitifully small, only twenty loads."
"Tsk tsk tsk, this second sister is so miserable!"
"Yes! Without the support of my family and without the love of my husband, how will I live in the future?"
A breeze blew by, lifting a corner of her veil, allowing her to see the people who had just gossiped about her.
The corners of her lips curled up, and when no one was paying attention, she kicked the stone at her feet.
The four stones were like eyes, hitting the doors of those people.
“Ouch!”
Reaching out and taking it, two doors were lying in the palm of my hand.
"My blood! My blood! My blood!" Ji Ji looked at the bloody door in his palm and fainted.
Their shouts were drowned out by the sounds of joy and did not cause much commotion.
Shang Ruoyi walked straight into the bridal sedan without the slightest attachment to the prime minister's residence.
She didn't notice that all her actions just now fell into a pair of eyes.
After the wedding procession left, that person also left quietly.
At this time, in the Dingwang Palace.
"Sir, the wedding procession has returned, you should quickly change into your wedding dress!" Yun Tian held the tray with the wedding dress and advised with a bitter face: "Your Highness, this marriage was personally granted by the Emperor, we must not neglect it!"
He Jingheng sat by the window, his eyebrows like ink, his eyes like stars, his handsome features three-dimensional and clear, his natural kingly posture even more imperial than the current crown prince.
There were drums and gongs outside, and red silk and brocade, but he was wearing a black robe with dark patterns and silver edges. How did he look like a groom? It's more like going to a funeral.
He stared intently at the chessboard in front of him and turned a deaf ear to what Yuntian said.
"Prince." The servant's voice came from outside the door: "Prince, the princess asked you to go to the front hall to welcome the guests."
He Jingheng waved his arm and the door closed.
Seeing this, the man outside the door wiped the cold sweat from his head.
Ever since the prince's leg injury, his temper has become very strange.
Not only did he not see him, he wouldn't even step out of the gate, nor would he let outsiders into his yard.
Now the only one who can step into his courtyard is the old princess.
Yuntian looked at him with a headache: "My Lord, if you don't like her, you can just marry her and leave her alone, but you can't not show up, right?"
When the last chess piece fell, He Jingheng finally took his eyes off the chessboard, looked at the wedding dress on the tray, and said in a deep voice: "My leg is injured, so I can't walk well. I'm afraid I can't get married. Why don't you go instead of me!"
Yuntian knelt down hurriedly: "Don't joke, my prince. How can we replace each other in the wedding ceremony? If the emperor knew about it, I'm afraid he would accuse our palace of disobeying his order."
At this moment, a figure flew into the courtyard.
"Prince." Yunqi's voice came.
"Come in."
Yunqi walked up to He Jingheng and whispered something in his ear.
He Jingheng's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice: "Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"That's right." Yunqi was also very puzzled, how could a young lady in the boudoir have such skills.
At first he thought it was a coincidence, but several times the door was hit by stones, so it couldn't be a coincidence.
"This is quite interesting." A dark light flashed across He Jingheng's eyes.
"Sir, I suspect she is a spy sent by Shangnian." Yunqi said in a deep voice: "The second sister's kicks are clean and sharp. Without a doctor, it would be impossible to knock down those gates so accurately."
"If she is a spy, I admire her courage."
He knocked on the tray in Yuntian's hand: "Change clothes."
The sounds of gongs and drums were getting closer and closer, and soon the wedding procession arrived outside Prince Ding's palace. At this time, the outside of Prince Ding's palace was crowded with common people, many of whom were holding gifts.
The Dingguo Palace fought for the Tianshun Dynasty all year round and was deeply loved by the people.
Even today, the prince of the Ding Kingdom was getting married, and Prince Ding He Yuwen was still on the battlefield.
So the people came spontaneously to congratulate and watch the ceremony.
This scene was seen by the eunuch who came to deliver gifts to the emperor and empress. He frowned but said nothing.
The wedding sedan came down and Shang Ruoyi sat in it. For a long while, the groom did not come to lift the curtain.
"This bride is so miserable. There is no groom to welcome her. Now she has arrived at the gate of Prince Ding's palace, but no one has come to lift the curtain of the sedan chair."
"I mean, if I were the bride, I would have died of shame and anger."
Shang Ruoyi couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard this.
What does it have to do with you?
Still feeling ashamed and angry?
At such a young age, why would she want to die because of a man?
Besides, she had finally survived. She lived for the country in her previous life, and in this life she just wanted to be herself.
"This is the daughter of the Prime Minister. Please keep your voices down so no one can hear you."
At this time, an arrogant voice came over: "What are you afraid of? You are just a concubine's daughter who is not presentable."
"A concubine's daughter? Isn't it the daughter of the prime minister who is engaged to Prince Ding?"
"Will the daughter of the prime minister marry a cripple? Even if he is the prince of Prince Ding, Shang Yufu will not marry him." When she said this, her voice was very soft, but Shang Ruoyi still heard it clearly.
She opened the curtain a little and looked at the woman who was speaking.
She was wearing green clothes and her head was full of pearls and jade.
I have the impression that this is Mu Qingning, the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Mu Qingning is one of the admirers of Prince Ding.
After all, in the selection of a handsome, glorious, and powerful husband in the Tianshun Dynasty, Prince Ding, He Jingheng, is more popular than the current crown prince, He Lingsheng.
But ever since He Jingheng's leg was injured, all the women who had admired her no longer had this thought.
Shang Yufu also changed from an object of envy and jealousy to a pitiful creature.
Whenever there is a palace banquet or gathering, everyone will step on her.
Shangnian originally did not want to marry his legitimate daughter to He Jingheng. After all, even if he inherited the throne, his daughter would only be a princess of Ding State. How could the position of queen bring honor to the family?
Furthermore, the current emperor had long been dissatisfied with the Dingguo Palace, and if he married his legitimate daughter to it, if something unexpected happened in the future, wouldn't he lose both his husband and his soldiers?
Shang Ruoyi touched her headdress.
She remembered that when Shaoyao was combing her hair, there was a hairpin with a few colored glass beads on it.
He took down the glass beads, held them in his hand, and threw them at her feet through the gap in the curtain.
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