Song Jiuxi and Fu Cui didn't say anything and followed them in.
When they arrived outside Yan Yueqing's house, they found that the house was full of people, and they were all noble ladies from various families in the capital.
Song Jiuxi glanced at them and found that she didn't recognize most of them. But Song Wanwan and several little sisters around her were very familiar to Song Jiuxi.
When Song Wanwan saw her, her expression changed slightly. However, thinking of Song Ruoyu's unwillingness to go back with Song Jiuxi a few days ago and Song Jiuxi's ugly look, she smiled proudly again.
She is living a much more comfortable life these days. The previous discussion in the capital about her plagiarizing other people's poems and books has gradually calmed down. Her marriage to Lin Anyan is about to be called off, and Song Jiuxi is also embarrassed. Think about her.
Just happy.
Song Jiuxi, however, just glanced at Song Wanwan and looked away. All her attention was on the person by the window in the room. In the spacious and bright wedding room, there was a woman who was out of place.
The woman has icy muscles and jade bones, and an alluring appearance. With her presence, everyone else in the room is overshadowed.
When Song Jiuxi saw the face that looked very similar to Yan Shubai's, she immediately understood who she was.
Moreover, she was wearing a pure gray robe, without any jewelry on her body, only holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand. Her eyebrows were downcast, and she was stunningly beautiful.
"Sister-in-law, you're here." Yan Yueqing hurriedly greeted her.
Song Jiuxi looked away, took the jewelry box from Fu Cui's hand, and handed it to Yan Yueqing. "Congratulations."
Yan Yueqing took it with a smile and said, "It's good that my sister-in-law is here. I thought she didn't want to see me."
Song Jiuxi looked at her and smiled: "How could it be possible? My sister finally managed to marry into Prince Kangrui's palace. As your sister-in-law, I am also happy for you."
Yan Yueqing's face froze, her method of marrying into Prince Kangrui's palace was not honorable, and these noble ladies laughed at her in private.
But so what, as long as she marries into Prince Kangrui's house, she can get rid of her situation in Yan's house.
Doesn't this mean that Yan Yuening's yard now belongs to her as well?
Now that the young prince is protecting her and the entire Kangrui Palace is standing behind her, she is no longer afraid of others bullying her.
She suddenly smiled and said, "Sister, I want to see what my sister-in-law gave me. Can you guess what my sister-in-law gave me?"
She turned around and smiled at the ladies behind her, but there was a look of contempt in her eyes.
What good things could Song Jiuxi have? She was just an unpopular daughter in the Hou family. She lived in embarrassment just like her, and she had to pretend to be calm in front of her.
What Yan Yueqing hated the most was the calm look on Song Jiuxi's face, as if those days of being bullied were not important. It looked like she was full of hatred and ferocious.
Yan Yueqing opened the jewelry box casually, thinking that if Song Jiuxi randomly used cheap things to fool her, she would laugh at Song Jiuxi.
"What is this?" someone exclaimed in surprise.
"A wooden hairpin? It's so crude. It doesn't even have the wood edges polished."
"Yes, not to mention gold hairpins, as a sister-in-law, can't you even afford a silver hairpin?"
Song Wanwan smiled, seemingly explaining but actually said sarcastically: "Don't talk about my sister like that, it's not easy for her either. My brother-in-law has never given her any money, and she doesn't have any jewelry herself."
When everyone took a look, it turned out that Song Jiuxi was clean, with no other jewelry except for a wooden hairpin on her head.
Noble ladies from various families will wear some jewelry even if they can't afford it. On occasions like this, everyone competes for beauty and takes out their best jewelry, wishing they could wear it all over their body.
Is this Song Jiuxi so poor that he can't even afford food? Otherwise, why would he be so shabby!
Yan Yueqing saw everyone snickering and looked at her with disdain. She smiled and said: "I like whatever my sister-in-law gives me, but if she doesn't have anything in the future, I don't have to give it to her. In fact, my sister has too many jewelry now, and the young prince gave me a lot."
As for jewelry, I just can’t wear it all in my lifetime.”
When she said this, everyone held her in admiration.
Song Jiuxi looked at them and sneered. Just as she was waiting for her to speak, a gentle yet powerful voice sounded: "This is when the Holy Emperor cut down an albizia tree that was the favorite of the former King Su during the uprising in Yongzhou.
There are only five hairpins made by Shu Jing himself in the entire Dayan."
Fifteen years ago, the current emperor was cutting down the acacia trees and killing the common people of the previous dynasty, King Su, to win over the people and raise the issue.
The events of that year were passed down by word of mouth, and the historians of the dynasty wrote about them in great detail. Of course people like them also knew about it.
The room full of people who were laughing just now stopped talking as if someone had pinched their necks.
Everyone looked at the woman by the window, and then at the wooden hairpin in Yan Yueqing's hand. They also knew about this hairpin, but they had never seen it before.
It is said that after the Holy Emperor succeeded in his mission, he made five hairpins with his own hands. Now one of the hairpins is in the hands of the queen, one is in the hands of Princess Xiao, and one is in the hands of the eldest princess. The remaining two hairpins are unknown where they are.
Unexpectedly, Song Jiuxi actually had one of such a precious hairpin.
Yan Yueqing's face was ugly. She seemed to see a shallow and ignorant version of herself in Song Jiuxi's eyes.
Song Jiuxi must be laughing at her! It must be!
Yan Yueqing said: "If it is really the hairpin made by the current emperor, how could you have it, Song Jiuxi? This hairpin can't be fake, right?"
Song Jiuxi looked at her as if she was mentally retarded and said that the precious hairpin was Yan Yueqing's mother, not her.
Why was Yan Yueqing staring at her?
Song Jiuxi said: "If you say it's fake, it's fake. Why don't you break it off and try it."
Anyway, Song Jiuxi remembered that her mother had said before that she had always wanted to burn this hairpin.
After Song Jiuxi learned that the Holy Emperor had a different attitude towards her mother, she didn't want to keep such a thing. Apart from its reputation, this hairpin had no other use.
After all, this hairpin is really ugly, and my mother disliked it very much back then.
"Song Jiuxi!" Yan Yueqing became angry when she looked at Song Jiuxi. She didn't understand why Song Jiuxi gave him such a hairpin. She didn't want to admit that the hairpin was real.
Yan Yueqing sneered and said: "This is definitely not the case. Song Jiuxi didn't get it from where you did it, and you deliberately said it was the hairpin made by the Holy One?"
"Yeah, this is definitely not true." Others reacted and agreed.
Song Jiuxi shrugged her shoulders, but she hoped that Yan Yueqing would destroy the hairpin directly, so that if the Holy Emperor blamed her, he would not be able to blame her.
"Yueqing." The woman by the window moved. She came over and glanced at Yan Yueqing calmly.
Yan Yueqing's eyes turned red when she saw her, and her face became even more angry. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Mom, why are you talking nonsense for Song Jiuxi?!"
When Mrs. Yan was questioned, her face was dull. She turned her head and said to the maid next to her: "Go, bring me my hairpin."
After a while, the maid came back. She opened the box in her hand, revealing an albizia hairpin exactly like the one in Yan Yueqing's hand.
Yan Yueqing's face turned pale. After a while, as if she thought of something, her face suddenly turned red with anger.
Yan Yueqing couldn't bear it anymore and asked angrily: "Mom, who... gave this to you? I'm getting married tomorrow, why don't you give it to me as a dowry? Do you still want to leave it to your son?
Wife?!"
"Song Jiuxi is worthy of her! I will be Princess Kangrui in the future. How can Song Jiuxi be better than me? She is just marrying a cripple who is about to die!"