Raising a concubine under her nose, the reborn mistress marries the prince

Zheng Xin widened her eyes and stared at Jiang He without blinking.

She saw the man in front of her wearing a bright red wedding gown, his figure as tall and straight as a green pine or cypress, and he had an extraordinary aura just standing there.

His extraordinarily handsome face made it hard to look away.

His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, his eyes were as bright as stars, and the corners of his slightly raised mouth contained a faint smile. His whole body exuded an indescribable aura of joy.

Look at his long, shiny black hair, which was tied up high and only lightly tied with a delicate red ribbon. It swayed gently in the breeze, making him look more energetic and spirited.

Zheng Xin was so dazed at the sight that she couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "My sister is so lucky!"

According to the local custom of picking up the bride, it is not an easy task to successfully pick up the bride, because every step forward will face a difficulty.

This time, the men of the Zheng family had made sufficient preparations and carefully selected many difficult poems. If the groom could not match one, he would have to step back obediently.

In fact, some people have already felt dissatisfied with today's wedding.

You know, this marriage to the General's Mansion was a huge profit, it was like marrying back a mountain of gold and silver.

Because of this, these people decided to make things difficult for Jiang He.

However, what was unexpected to everyone was that Jiang He was able to handle those difficult questions with ease, and he easily answered all the poems that the Zheng family's men had racked their brains to write.

Everyone was stunned and looked at each other, their hearts filled with confusion and shock: "Isn't Jiang He a military commander? How can he have such profound literary attainments and answer questions so fluently?"

Jiang He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said softly: "Brother, can I go over to greet my bride now?"

After hearing this, Mr. Zheng's face instantly became a little embarrassed.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, but still pretended to be calm and responded: "Brother-in-law, please!"

Zheng Xin, who was standing aside, had originally been thinking about watching a good show, but now she felt very unhappy.

She always felt indignant in her heart and felt uncomfortable no matter how she thought about it.

The General's Mansion had a well-known tradition - all the men in the mansion were infatuated. That majestic and powerful general had never taken a concubine or a maid in his life.

Even General Longhu was like this. He only had a wife by his side and didn't even have a concubine.

Jiang He, who is about to marry his sister, is already quite old when he gets married and starts a family, but he has never taken a concubine.

On the other hand, her life has been extremely miserable since she married into the palace and became Princess Jin.

Not only did her prince have many wives and concubines, but he also had some unknown wives hidden in the backyard. What made her even more angry was that the General's Mansion had regained the favor of the emperor and was in the limelight.

Her sister's life after marriage was much more comfortable than hers as a princess.

Especially when she thought about how Prince Jin had been increasingly indifferent to her recently. Not only did he rarely come to visit her on weekdays, but he was even too lazy to come to her yard on the first and fifteenth days of every month when he was supposed to get together with her.

In addition, her mother favored her younger sister so much today, and her dowry was far more than hers. Zheng Xin felt as if there was a huge rock blocking her chest, so heavy that she couldn't breathe, and her heart was extremely depressed.

At this moment, the eyes of all the guests were firmly attracted by the radiant bride and groom.

The graceful Jiang He was holding a bright red silk in his hand, and the other end of the red silk was tied tightly in the hand of the beautiful bride. The two stood side by side, a talented man and a beautiful woman, just like a perfect match made in heaven.

The guests were all amazed.

The bride slowly turned around and bowed to her parents as a farewell gesture.

At this moment, loads of dowry came out one after another and were carried out of the Duke's Mansion in an orderly manner.

This spectacular scene attracted many people outside to stop and watch, and there was a lot of discussion.

However, when these noisy sounds reached Zheng Xin's ears, they seemed to turn into ruthless ridicule and mockery.

Her face looked extremely ugly, and all of this was seen by Mrs. Zheng.

She shook her head and said, "Never mind, there aren't many good days left anyway, so let her be!"

The festive and noisy sounds of music and drums accompanied by the crackling sound of firecrackers resounded through the sky, but as the wedding procession moved further away, these sounds gradually became fainter.

Along the way, the roadsides were crowded with curious people who watched this grand wedding with great interest.

In order to add to the festive atmosphere, the wedding procession continuously threw beautifully wrapped wedding candies, wedding cakes and copper coins that symbolize good luck along the way, attracting people to scramble for them, and the atmosphere on the scene was extremely warm.

The blessings are heard one after another.

Zheng Yao sat in the wedding sedan, her heart beating like a little rabbit.

She didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or being too excited, she just felt that her palms were full of sweat, sticky and wet.

While no one was paying attention, she quietly turned her gaze in the direction of Jiang He. Through the small corner of the veil, she vaguely saw Jiang He's tall and straight figure like a pine tree.

With just a quick glance, her cheeks involuntarily flushed, as beautiful as a ripe apple.

The maidservant beside her was sharp-eyed and noticed the subtle movements of her young lady. She understood what she meant and quickly moved her feet inconspicuously, blocking the view from outside just right, so as to prevent others from discovering that the young lady was secretly peeping at her husband...

The wedding procession marched in a grand manner around the capital city. The long dowry procession was like a winding dragon, and there was no end in sight at a glance.

The roadsides were crowded with people watching the fun, whispering and talking to each other.

Some are speculating that the Duke of Zheng's family has spent a huge amount of money to marry off their daughter this time. I wonder how much dowry the daughter of the Dali Temple Minister, who is also getting married today, will bring?

If there is less, you will be outdone!

However, at this moment, whether it was Zheng Yao or the other bride Ye Huan, their minds were not on the so-called dowry at all, but were all focused on their respective husbands.

Ever since Ye Huan took a quick glance at Jiang Hai, her beautiful eyes have never left him.

She stared at Jiang Hai's tall and handsome back, her heart already intoxicated by him and unable to extricate herself.

Brother Jiang Hai is so handsome!

Thinking of this, she stared at Jiang Hai's figure all the way, feeling extremely peaceful and at ease in her heart.

From today on, she became a wife of the Jiang family.

Two gorgeously decorated sedan chairs slowly returned to the gate of the general's mansion, one in front and one behind.

The deafening sound of the salute resounded through the sky.

"Here it comes, the bridal sedan is back!"