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Jianan curled her thin lips, her calm tone sending chills down one's spine.
"Speak of everything you know, and then claim the remaining rewards."
The Prince Chen's residence sprawled over a vast area, grand and majestic, with beautiful scenery that far surpassed the Song residence.
Lanterns were hung and decorations adorned in vibrant red, echoing the festive atmosphere of the Song family.
A long red carpet stretched from the main entrance all the way to the courtyard where the wedding ceremony was held.
Two full rows of musicians played gongs and drums, filling the air with joyous melodies, creating a lively scene.
However, today’s wedding was destined to be special, as there was only one newcomer—Song Feiwan.
She wore a bright red bridal veil, adorned with a heavy phoenix crown, her head covered by a red hood, and held a bouquet of red silk flowers.
With her eyes cast down, she couldn't even see her own toes.
With the help of the matchmaker guiding her, she walked slowly and steadily.
Pretending to be Xiao Yu's beloved, marrying him brought her immense satisfaction.
Moreover, with Xiao Yu deceased, she could not afford to draw attention during the ceremony.
Thus, it had been previously discussed with the Noble Consort that they did not want too many people attending this wedding.
Now, aside from royal relatives and a few friends of Xiao Yu's, only members of the Song family were present.
At the auspicious hour, the wedding ceremony began!
Under the guidance of the Ministry of Rites, Song Feiwan alone bowed to heaven and earth and then to the Emperor and Noble Consort who had hurried from the palace.
For the final couple's bow, she faced north and offered a distant salute.
Seeing this, Noble Consort Rong's eyes suddenly reddened.
It was a day of great joy; she suppressed her tears with great effort.
The Emperor, older than her by a generation and dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, gently held her hand; even his usually composed face bore traces of sorrow.
The two noble figures were grieving, causing those below—whether genuine or feigned—to lower their heads in shared sadness.
Song Shuyou's younger brother, Song Mingyuan, eagerly glanced at Song Feiwan with anticipation.
He anxiously muttered to himself, "Didn’t she bribe someone to tamper with her wedding dress? How come everything is fine now that the ceremony is over?"
In just a little while, she would be entering the bridal chamber! He and his sister had suffered greatly at her hands, and he was counting on avenging them by exposing Song Feiwan’s disgrace before the emperor!
Feeling irritated, he instinctively took a couple of steps forward.
The emperor noticed his movement and looked over, asking, "You must be the brother of the Princess Consort?"
Countless gazes suddenly fell on Song Mingyuan's face.
Song Taipeng and Lady Li's expressions changed, and they wanted to help him respond.
However, Song Mingyuan was quicker, almost rushing past the bride in his eagerness.
Seeing this, Consort Rong furrowed her brow slightly.
"Your Majesty, that is correct!" Song Mingyuan said loudly.
Song Taipeng hurriedly followed him, pulling him back. "Your Majesty, my son Song Mingyuan is being unruly; I hope you can forgive him."
In this joyous occasion, the emperor was much more lenient than usual and waved his hand dismissively, indicating he wouldn’t hold it against him.
He looked at Song Mingyuan and asked, "When you gazed at the Princess Consort just now, were you reluctant to see her marry?"
The emperor wanted to showcase his generosity and paternal affection, so Song Mingyuan naturally had to play along.
He intended to respond, "Yes, we siblings share a deep bond; of course I feel reluctant. But more than that reluctance, I am happy for my sister to fulfill her wishes."
To his surprise, what came out instead was: "Who would be reluctant for this wretched woman? I've been hoping she'd roll out of the Song family for ages! It would be better if she were dead!"
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