The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

Wei Rou quickly walked to the front hall after her makeup was done, and the "Second Uncle" who was on the verge of her mouth swallowed it back abruptly.

"Mrs. Wei."

Seeing Mrs. Ye standing in the hall, Wei Rou hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Seeing her being so alienated, Mrs. Ye also stepped forward to support her.

"Rou'er, although you have left the Wei Mansion, your second uncle and I still miss you. Your second uncle missed the banquet yesterday due to illness. He heard that you and General Zhenyuan are about to get married, so he asked me to bring some things over. "

Wei Rou was taken aback, "Second Uncle's illness..."

"It's okay, the old man is sick. It's good to take care of him, he just doesn't want to be idle!"

Wei Rou's eyes fell on the boxes behind Mrs. Ye.

Is this more than "something"?This almost filled up her reception hall.

"Second Aunt..." Wei Rou choked up.

Ye's eyes were also red, and she held Wei Rou's hand.

"Your second uncle has always been worried about your poor life outside. After all, you grew up in the mansion, and your body has been pampered. Now that you have been named a princess by the Holy Lord, your second uncle is relieved. You Second Uncle said, even if you marry someone in the future, the Wei Manor will still be your natal family. You must not let the general bully you."

Wei Rou nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Second Aunt, I'll save all of this. Second Uncle treats me so well, I can't repay him."

Mrs. Ye said softly: "Go back to the house to have a look when you have time. Your second uncle often talks about you, but he has a stubborn temper and dare not come to see you. In fact, he wants to see how you are doing more than anyone else."

Mrs. Ye told Wei Rou a few more words, it was all about the boudoir, Wei Rou blushed when she heard it, she had clearly experienced a lifetime, but when she thought of marrying Gu Xi, her face burned to death.

Seeing how thin-skinned she was, Mrs. Ye sighed: "Your second uncle and I prepared your dowry earlier, and thought about sending you on a bridal sedan chair, but now it seems that I'm afraid it won't work."

Now Wei Rou is the Princess of Qingyang personally bestowed by the emperor, and the marriage is handled by the Ministry of Rites and Qin Tianjian, so it is not their turn.

Wei Rou knelt down towards Mrs. Ye.

"Second Uncle and Aunt treat me like reborn parents, Rou'er hereby thank you two for your kindness in nurturing me."

Reluctantly sending Ye Shi away, Wei Rou looked at the pile of dowry in front of her and began to worry.

Jiang He smiled broadly.

"I'm good at keeping accounts, so I'll keep them."

She hastily took a booklet and started to register, and Yingge was also helping.

Wei Rou couldn't laugh or cry.

Soon, Jiang He regretted it.

The three of them packed up until dark before finishing the registration.

"Xiaorou, this is simply a big deal! Duke Wei's mansion is really good to you!"

After saying this, Wei Rou's nose started to turn acid again.

She still remembered that when Wei Ruyi got married, the dowry was only a small amount.

But now...

It was clear at a glance who the second uncle was partial to.

The next day, the palace sent a nanny to teach Wei Rou some etiquette and what to do on the wedding day.

In terms of rules and etiquette, Wei Rou has always been outstanding, and the mother is full of praise.

Qin Tianjian has already counted the days, and it will be three days later.

"In such a hurry? It's too late to prepare everything! This General Gu is too impatient!"

Jiang He complained, but there was a teasing smile on his face.

Wei Rou was embroidering mandarin duck quilts, and she also had some headaches, rushing to work for a few days, and barely able to get out after three days.

Originally, the Ministry of Rites would handle this matter, but Wei Rou still thought it would be more sincere to do it herself.

"It's not up to him to decide, it's the day that Qin Tian supervises."

"Hey, you haven't married yet, and you've already started to speak for your future husband."

Hearing this, Wei Rou put down the embroidery needle in her hand, and looked at the beauty who stepped in from the door.

"Wan Ping, don't make fun of me."