Song gritted his teeth and tried to open his mouth but failed.
In the past, she only knew that people should not be humble to themselves, but now she finds that it is even more terrible to have no self-awareness.
It is true that she and Song Yao are legitimate daughters, but now that the eldest sister has entered the palace, based on what the prince has done before, it is expected that she will not stop at Chenghui in the future. If the eldest sister has great fortune in the future, the Song Mansion can prosper for another thirty years without her and the other two being afraid.
So my father no longer forces the second sister to marry the disciple named Hu. Is this really a good thing?
Why did she look like her father had completely given up on Song Yao because he had a better way out?
And mother...
Listening to the noise coming from the outer courtyard of the mansion, Song Nian's heart became heavier and heavier.
My brother's wedding was imminent, but no one asked my mother to come out to arrange the marriage for him. Not only that, in the past few days, no one in charge has asked my mother about the affairs of the house. But the warehouse was open, and people in the house came and took things out and took them in. No one had gone to his mother to report or get the right cards.
It was obvious that my mother had... been ignored by her father.
Looking at Song Yao who still looked proud, Song Nian bit his lip and couldn't say a word.
No one cares about what they are thinking. The marriage between the Song and Ming Dynasties is slowly advancing under the orderly preparations of the Song Dynasty.
When the tribute items in the mansion were ready, Song Lan'an took Song Fu and Song Lan to worship the ancestral heaven and earth to inform the ancestors of the Song family that there would be a new bride in the mansion. After worshiping his ancestors, Song Fu paid homage to his mother-in-law again. After setting up the new bed with his mother-in-law and his servants, they just waited for the wedding tomorrow.
"Get up the sedan!"
As the gongs and drums sounded, Song Fu got on his horse and went to the British Duke's mansion to welcome his bride.
Ming Xiang was wearing a red gown with wide sleeves and a phoenix crown on his head. He was quietly waiting for Song Fu to pick him up.
She had a slightly timid character, but since she last saw Song Fu at Song Wan's house, she had been waiting for today.
Whenever he thinks of Song Fu's words, "Speak slowly, tell me and listen to me," Mingxiang feels as if his heart is soaked in honey, so sweet.
"Miss, my uncle is here to pick you up."
Mingxiang's maid came to her side and whispered. She blushed and nodded slowly, waiting for Song Fu to pick her up.
The sedan walked around the city for a long time before entering through the gate of Song Mansion.
The sedan landed with a thud, and the palm of a man with distinct joints and slender fingers lifted the curtain of the sedan, but she heard Song Fu's voice clearly in the din.
"I'll help you."
Mingxiang put his hand on it, feeling a daughter's heart full of sorrow and worry, but also full of expectations for the future.
"This sister-in-law is so arrogant, she brought so many dowry people with her."
Song Yao snorted, looked at Song Nian and said: "Look, I just counted, there are no less than twenty maids and women waiting nearby..."
"Where are you going?"
Seeing Song Nian was about to leave, Song Yao took her hand and frowned: "The house is in chaos today, so don't run around."
"I'm going to deliver some food to my future sister-in-law."
"Ah."
"Chengchengcheng, just go and please your future sister-in-law."
Song Yao pursed her lips and looked at Song Nian with a half-smile, as if she was doing something stupid and self-destructive.
Song Nian lowered his head and looked at the very festive pink-green embroidered gold peony jacket on his body, then gently straightened out his tangled lapel, and strode towards the small kitchen.
"Is the girl the second young lady in the house, or the third young lady?"
A kind-looking little girl stood at the door of the new house. When she saw Song Nian, she opened her mouth to ask enthusiastically.
Song Nian raised a sweet smile and said, "I'm on my third trip. I want to meet my new sister-in-law today."
He pushed the snack with the red word "Happy" printed in his hand forward: "I was afraid that my sister-in-law would get up early and not have time to eat something, so I brought the happy snack to fill my sister-in-law's belly."
She was small and clever, and not only was she smiling all over her face, but she also made the whole room full of British people burst into laughter.
"Good girl, come in and sit down."
A kind-looking woman walked out of the house, with a smile on her face.
After welcoming Song Nian into the new house, the woman took out a big red envelope from her arms and said, "I'll give this to you, miss. I hope the third miss will give me some noodles."
"Thank you, mama."
The grandma smiled happily and Song Nian went to the back of the new house to see Ming Xiang.
"Sister-in-law, I am your third sister. I am here to bring you some happy treats. Remember to use some later."
Thinking that Ming Xiang had spoken inappropriately, she smiled and left without any entanglement.
After Song Nian left, all the maids and women in the room were full of praises for her. Who doesn't like a sweet-mouthed little girl?
Mingxiang was also very happy when she saw the plate of wedding cakes. She appreciated the first kindness she received from her future husband's family.
The night was getting dark, and the noise outside the house was getting closer and closer. Mingxiang bit his lip and twisted his fingers, filled with shyness and fear.
"I've met my uncle."
There were voices in the room, and Mingxiang heard a gentle male voice speak slowly: "It's been a hard day today."
The grandma who came with Mingxiang to marry him laughed and said it was not hard work. Just when she was about to ask for a favor from her uncle, she saw Song Fu's face becoming serious.
"I have something to ask."
Seeing his serious expression, everyone in the room, including Ming Xiang, also felt excited.
"When you are in the British government's palace, is there any rule in the palace that your young lady is not allowed to speak?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, she said in a hoarse voice: "Miss, she...because it is not in line with the decency of the family, there are cases where she will restrain her from speaking when she is outside."
Song Fudao said: "I don't know the rules of the British government, but in the future, I don't have to and can't restrain her from speaking in my Song family."
She was already unhappy, so wouldn't repeated interruptions make things worse?
Song Fu didn't like the rules of the British government earlier, but even though he knew about it before, he couldn't criticize it. Now that Mingxiang married him, he naturally did not want to let her suffer this injustice again.
"You all should step aside, you don't have to serve me anymore."
Song Fu didn't want Xipo waiting aside, so he sent everyone away and walked to Mingxiang.
Mingxiang couldn't help but feel nervous and worried when she felt that Song Fu was standing beside her but there was no movement.
"Husband..."
The girl's thin and sweet voice came out from under the hijab. Song Fu was stunned when he heard the words, and his tone instantly softened by seven or eight points.
"I smell of alcohol on my body, so I'm afraid I'll smell it on you."
He stretched out his hand to lift the scale and lifted the hijab. The girl under the hijab stared at him blankly with a pair of round smiling eyes.
Song Fu didn't know why, but he suddenly started laughing too.
The girl's cheeks were flushed, as if she was shy, and she looked at him as if she was shameless.
"you……"
Seeing her as a little reserved, Song Fu snorted: "Really...I can't do anything to you."
After saying that, he gently covered Mingxiang's dark eyes that caught his heart with his hand, and placed his lips on the girl's slightly opened mouth that had been lightly rouged.
"Well."
She was surprised and screamed subconsciously, but she gave Song Fu the opportunity to attack the city and eat away at her bit by bit.
With one hand he hooked the big red wedding curtain on the bed, Song Fu wrapped Ming Xiang in his arms and fell backwards.
"Husband..."
The girl secretly called her "husband" many times, but Song Fu couldn't hear any trace of bad words.
He propped his arms in front of Mingxiang and whispered: "You can call me a few more times and I will listen."
After saying that, he gently covered her body.
