Mrs. Lin felt that this was the most embarrassing moment in her life. Back then, in the previous dynasty...
Mrs. Lin immediately stopped her train of thought. Just as she was about to step forward to dispel the misunderstanding that everyone thought Prince Qin had come to propose marriage to Di Tingyu today, a pink figure rushed forward beside her. It was Di Tingyu!
Di Tingyu ran straight towards Chu Zhiyan. She stretched out her hand to grab the corner of his sleeve, but Chu Zhiyan stepped back, causing her to almost fall to the ground.
Looking at Chu Zhiyan's expressionless face, Di Tingyu didn't dare to act rashly anymore. She raised her head and tears streamed down her face. Her slightly red eyes made her look even more pitiful. Di Lanmo, who had just arrived at the gate, couldn't help but marvel: "Such a beautiful woman, why is she so stupid?"
Sure enough, Di Tingyu opened her mouth: "Your Highness, Prince Qin, aren't you here to propose marriage to me? What's so good about Di Lanmo? She..."
Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the furious Di Mingye: "Silence! Someone, take the second young lady away!" Then he quickly stepped forward, bowed his hands and apologized: "My daughter has caught a cold today and is talking nonsense. Please forgive her, Your Highness!"
Chu Zhiyan glanced lightly at the woman standing beside the gate of the General's Mansion with her arms folded, watching the show. He said in a deep voice, "It's okay!"
Seeing that Prince Qin didn't seem angry, Di Mingye quickly brushed off the matter and stepped aside to invite Chu Zhiyan into the mansion.
But Chu Zhiyan ignored him. He motioned to a man in green clothes beside him. The man in green clothes - Qiao Yan nodded, stepped forward, bowed to Di Mingye and said, "Today, by the order of His Majesty to bestow a marriage, I am here to propose marriage to Di Lanmo, the eldest young lady of the General's Mansion!"
Then he stepped aside and took out a memorial more than an inch thick from his wide sleeve.
He shook the memorial, and it fell like a paper towel roll.
Qiao Yan looked serious. He cleared his throat and began to read loudly: "Ninety-nine pairs of mutton-fat jade ruyis!"
"Ninety-nine pairs of night pearls from the North Sea!"
"Ninety-nine strings of glazed eight-jeweled beads!"
"Cashmere leather from the northern border..."
As soon as the first item was announced, Di Mingye staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Not to mention the endless stream of rare treasures that came out of Qiao Yan's mouth later.
Seeing that Qiao Yan could name a bunch of items in sets of ninety-nine with just a movement of his lips, the guards from the Prince Qin's Mansion who came with him remained expressionless as if these sets of ninety-nine were just items that could be easily found on the street.
Di Mingye didn't know for a moment whether he was just too inexperienced or the Prince Qin's Mansion was just too rich. No wonder His Majesty...
On the long street, the common people who heard the news went from being shocked and gasping at first, to concentrating and listening intently later, and then to being stunned like wooden chickens. As the sets of ninety-nine continued, they gradually became expressionless.
Some shrewd common people even began to comment in their hearts: "Well, this one is good! Hey, this one is also okay. It's not worse than the previous one!"
Mrs. Lin was shocked at first, but later she was no different from the others. She just hated that such a generous betrothal gift wasn't for her precious daughter!
Every time Qiao Yan announced a betrothal gift, the guards carrying the corresponding boxes would open the lids.
There were gold, silver, jade, antiques, and silk and satin. It was dazzling to everyone.
People couldn't help but wonder what kind of beauty the eldest Miss Di was that made the Prince Qin, who had always been indifferent to women, seem to empty his mansion to offer the betrothal gift.
As for the eldest Miss Di, she went from lazily leaning against the door at first to standing up straight and smiling from ear to ear. She couldn't help but sigh that this deal was really worth it!
If the people who were shocked to the point of numbness heard her thoughts, they would probably rush up and shake her awake: You're not just getting a good deal. You're making a fortune!
After Qiao Yan finished reading, Chu Zhiyan nodded slightly and took the lead to enter the gate. Di Mingye, who followed closely behind, gave a look to Mrs. Lin, who was still in a daze. Mrs. Lin came to her senses and understood. When they entered the main hall, she said that she was going to the kitchen to prepare tea and then turned away. As for where she was going? Of course, it was to the courtyard of Di Tingyu, who had lost all her face!
As for Di Lanmo, she had slipped away before Chu Zhiyan led a team of people to propose marriage. Although she was very satisfied with this wave of betrothal gifts, it didn't mean that she wanted to listen to the process of others arranging her life events. Even though she had already had plans for this marriage!
In Fengxi Courtyard, the sound of porcelain and other things being smashed kept coming from the room. When Mrs. Lin entered the courtyard, she saw that it was full of kneeling maids and servants. Several young maids had messy hair, and there were still traces of blood and bruises on their faces. Mrs. Lin seemed to be used to it. She waved her hand casually, and an old servant woman beside her stepped forward to direct the people to be taken away.
Mrs. Lin walked straight towards the room from which the sound was coming. Jin Fang, an old servant woman who had followed her for many years, stepped forward and opened the door. The floor of the room was full of various fragments and jewelry. Di Tingyu was holding a half-foot-high vase and was about to smash it when she saw Mrs. Lin's extremely angry face. She was so scared that her hand loosened, and there was another crisp sound.
Not wanting to enter this room where there was no place to step, Mrs. Lin turned around and walked out: "Come to my courtyard!"
In Cuiyu Pavilion, Mrs. Lin had her back to the main entrance. Di Tingyu hesitated and stepped forward: "Mother... Ah!" But she was slapped by Mrs. Lin!
"Kneel down!" Mrs. Lin roared angrily: "How did I teach you on weekdays? Prince Qin clearly said that he was here to propose marriage to that little bitch. How could you be so rude and rush forward to say such things? I've told you many times that you should be calm and patient when something happens. When will you finally remember it in your heart!"
Di Tingyu didn't expect Mrs. Lin to be so angry. She knelt and stepped forward, grabbed Mrs. Lin's hand and shook it. She used her usual coquettish words: "Mother! I'm just angry with Di Lanmo! It's okay that she hides the Fengling Seal and doesn't take it out. Even the Prince Qin I like has been snatched away by her. I wish she would just die quickly!"
Di Tingyu looked at Mrs. Lin tearfully and pleaded: "Mother, please help me. Di Lanmo was lucky not to die last time, but I don't believe she will be so lucky every time. If we think of a good way this time, we will definitely be able to kill her!"
Looking at the bright red slap mark on her daughter's fair face, Mrs. Lin secretly regretted that she had hit too hard.
After all, she loved her own flesh and blood. Mrs. Lin bent down, pulled Di Tingyu up and sat her down at the table. She quickly went to the drawer of the dressing table and took out a bottle of ointment. While applying the ointment to Di Tingyu, she thought and said: "You're right. Let mother think about what other ways we can use to get rid of that little bitch's life!"
Then she sneered sinisterly: "Mother has an idea!" Di Tingyu's eyes lit up. She didn't even care about the pain on her face and quickly asked: "Mother, what idea do you have?"
Looking at her daughter's eager smile, Mrs. Lin said: "Come closer and listen!"
In Wenjing Pavilion, the silver charcoal in the corner was burning brightly, making crackling sounds from time to time. Di Lanmo was lying comfortably on the small couch, reading the history of this era. Of course, it was the unofficial history bought on the street, commonly known as the storybook. After all, not everyone could get the more confidential and official versions!
Qing Que walked leisurely to Di Lanmo's side, bringing in a gust of cold wind. Di Lanmo shivered three times from the cold. She said to Qing Que disgustedly: "You're making me cold. Go warm yourself by the charcoal fire quickly and then come back to report!" Yes, although she didn't want to hear how her life events were arranged in person, she still had to know something about it. So she sent Qing Que to find out.
Qing Que pursed her lips and smiled. She knew that although her young lady seemed disgusted on the surface, she was actually worried that she would catch a cold. She didn't decline and went to warm herself by the charcoal fire before coming back.
"Young lady, His Highness, Prince Qin, asked Master for your birth date. He said that he would ask the officials from the Imperial Observatory to calculate a good day. After the auspicious day is determined, he will come back to inform us." Qing Que replied while massaging Di Lanmo's legs.
Di Lanmo was a little surprised: "That's it? Aren't ancient marriages very complicated?"
Qing Que didn't understand what "ancient" meant, but it didn't prevent her from understanding what her young lady wanted to express. She replied: "His Highness, Prince Qin, is a man of few words. Maybe he is also afraid of trouble. But your wedding dress needs to be embroidered by yourself. Even if you don't make the whole dress, a veil is a must! Starting tomorrow, you need to start preparing."
"What? Embroider the wedding dress?" Di Lanmo couldn't believe that her hands that were used to killing would one day pick up an embroidery needle! Well, she had picked up an embroidery needle before, but not for such delicate work! Di Lanmo was so scared that she immediately refused: "No, no, I won't embroider! The wedding dress is just a piece of clothing anyway. Just get a random one and wear it when getting on the sedan chair!"
Seeing that Qing Que was about to persuade her again, Di Lanmo shouted loudly: "Stop! Don't say a word! Don't mention embroidering the wedding dress again in the future! Otherwise, I'll marry you off first!" Qing Que had no choice but to give up.
In the Prince Qin's Mansion, Chu Zhiyan strode into the study. As soon as he sat down, he said, "Come here!"
A man in black suddenly appeared in the room, which was originally empty except for Chu Zhiyan. He knelt on one knee and clasped his fists with both hands: "My lord, please give your orders!"
Chu Zhiyan played with the red note with Di Lanmo's birth date in his hand. He frowned slightly and thought for a while before saying, "Di Lanmo! Keep an eye on her!"