Long Live the Empress

Chapter 249 Funeral and Happy Events

Even though Aunt Su was extremely reluctant, the auspicious time soon arrived.

Aunt Su covered Yue Jinghong's head with a veil and said with a choked voice, "Please ask the second young lady... to leave!"

There was no groom to welcome the bride, nor were there bursts of wedding fireworks. There was only a deserted garden.

Yue Jinghong was supported by Zhenzhu and walked into the old lady's room.

The old lady and Yue Hanwen sat upright in the room, looking at Yue Jinghong kneeling on the ground in her light red wedding dress. They would be lying if they said they were not sad.

Yue Jinghong has always been the one with high hopes since she was young, but now she can only be a concubine.

"Jinghong bids farewell to grandmother and father!" Yue Jinghong bowed deeply. The room was so quiet that only the jingling of her hairpins could be heard.

The old lady and Yue Hanwen gave her a few instructions respectively and then let Yue Jinghong go out.

When the gate of Yue Mansion opened, Aunt Su was stunned. She saw many people gathered at the door to watch the fun, and the ground was covered with melon seed shells and fruit peels.

Aunt Su held back her anger and watched Yue Jinghong get into the bridal sedan.

It was only a few steps away, but Yue Jinghong was filled with emotion. She had been preparing for a high position since she was a child, such as the etiquette for the wedding. She even practiced countless times which foot to step first and how to get into the sedan chair gracefully...

But today, all her careful preparations were of no use.

Normally, a daughter's wedding should be carried by at least eight people, but Yue Jinghong's bridal sedan was carried by only four people, which showed that she was of low status. Even though Aunt Su was extremely dissatisfied, she did not dare to go beyond the limit.

"Lift the sedan~~~~"

Following the servant's announcement, the servants carrying the dowry slowly left behind Yue Jinghong's sedan chair.

Aunt Su secretly wiped away her tears, and watched the bridal sedan go farther and farther away...

The people on the road were talking about Yue Jinghong's bridal sedan, and when they saw Yue Jinghong's dowry, they started counting them one by one.

"Oh my God! Do you know how much dowry the Yue family gave?"

"I just counted them, there are eighty-six of them!"

"Oh! They say that the Yue family loves this girl the most. Look, she has given so many gifts just to be a concubine!"

"Humph! That depends on whose concubine she is!"

"That's right! Even if it's a princess getting married, it's no more than this!"

"..."

Yue Jinghong's sedan stopped as the people talked about it as it reached the most prosperous street in the capital.

Pearl said outside the sedan chair, "Don't worry, young lady. I'll go take a look."

It turned out that a carriage was coming towards the wedding procession, blocking the middle of the road, with no intention of giving way.

Several officers and soldiers who were leading the way shouted rudely: "Move the carriage in front!"

Instead of retreating, the people in the carriage pushed the carriage forward.

The soldiers immediately drew their swords and walked to the carriage aggressively. After taking a look at the nameplate on the carriage, one of the soldiers collapsed to the ground in fear: "I didn't know you were the Ninth Thousand Year Old Sir, please spare my life, Ninth Thousand Year Old Sir!"

The driver snorted and muttered, "Humph, if this carriage wasn't from Qiansui Mansion, you would have already started a massacre!"

The officers and soldiers didn't dare to say anything and just kowtowed and begged for mercy.

The people also shut their mouths and knelt on the ground, fearing that they would offend this living devil.

The driver lifted the curtain of the carriage, and Yan Liyuan's cold face appeared in front of everyone.

"Whose family is holding a funeral?" Yan Liyuan asked, glancing ahead.

Funeral?

Your Highness, look at that water-red bridal sedan, this is clearly a happy occasion, okay?

"Your Highness, today is the day when the second young lady of the Yue Mansion enters the Crown Prince's Mansion." The soldier replied.

"Oh? A concubine's daughter is eager to be someone else's concubine, no wonder there is no sound at all! Our governor thought someone's family was holding a funeral!" Wang Yi said with a contemptuous smile.

The soldier dared not reply and kept kowtowed to admit his mistake.

A servant in the crowd saw that something was wrong and secretly ran back to the mansion to call Yue Hanwen.

Yue Jinghong, who was sitting on the sedan chair, heard Wang Yi's words and wanted to tear his mouth apart immediately! But now she was not strong enough to compete with Yan Liyuan. Thinking about the time when Aunt Su was punished by the Ninth Prince, she could only hold back her anger and get off the sedan chair, bowing and saying, "Your servant greets the Ninth Prince! It was all because of my blindness that I offended the Ninth Prince. I hope the Ninth Prince will not blame me~~"

The voice like a yellow warbler echoed in everyone's ears. If the Ninth Prince had not been here, the people would definitely have the courage to take a look at the grace and elegance of the capital's most talented woman!