Seeing this, the people on the street gave way one by one, with eyes full of envy, contempt, and ridicule. They lowered their heads in small groups and whispered, and their words were all obscene and sarcastic.
I heard that the Qin family married their daughter to the Yongjing magistrate as his stepmother. The magistrate is sixty-seven this year, and the Qin family's daughter is just a hairpin. She is really a flower stuck in old cow dung. The Qin family must have seen it.
Having fallen into the power of the prefect, he is clinging to the dragon and clinging to the phoenix.
All kinds of disgusting remarks were flying on the streets, and countless people were talking happily, and they all rushed to the gate of Qin Mansion to have a look.
"Sister, they... you..." At the corner of the street outside Qin Mansion, Liu Xiang beside Qin Ziyu gritted his teeth and looked at Qin Ziyu with anger and worry.
Qin Ziyu looked indifferently at the open door of her house, and when she saw that her stepmother was smiling but could not hide the anxious and panic expression in her eyes, Ziyu smiled slowly.
"Let's go." With a gentle wave of his sleeves, Qin Ziyu took the lead and walked towards the crowded Qin Mansion gate.
Seeing this, Liuxiang knew that her eldest sister had made up her mind. Success or failure depended on now. She took a deep breath and followed her without hesitation.
"Oh, everyone, please make way. Today is my sister's wedding. Let's all enjoy it together, but you also need to make way for me, my sister, to go in." Ziyu pushed through the crowd with a bright smile on his face and squeezed towards the door.
The people watching the excitement outside the door immediately stepped out of the way to let Ziyu pass as soon as they heard the sound.
Outside the gate of the Qin Mansion, Rong, the stepmother of Ziyu who was welcoming her bride, was anxiously watching Ziyu appear. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she almost ate Ziyu when she looked at her expression.
Seeing this, the smile on Ziyu's face did not change. She faced her stepmother's cannibalistic eyes and walked up to her. She loudly said with a bright face: "Mom, I'm so happy. My sister has found a good marriage this time. I will be my sister."
I went out specially to buy a good gift for her, but luckily I came back in time and didn't delay my sister's auspicious moment." As he said this, Ziyu patted his chest and looked happy.
When Mrs. Rong heard what Ziyu said, her face suddenly changed, and her eyes when she looked at Ziyu were as sharp as knives.
"Sister? Didn't you say that you are marrying your sister today?" The fifty or sixty-year-old man standing at the door holding the groom's red silk frowned when he heard this.
He is the steward of the prefect, and today he specially came to marry the step-brother on behalf of the prefect.
A daughter of a small businessman, even the largest businessman in Yongjing, is not worthy of being married by the governor himself.
Butler Li frowned, and Mrs. Rong immediately seemed to be smiling, but in fact, her eyes were almost split open and she said quickly: "Exactly, exactly, exactly sister, our Ziyu, where is the younger sister getting married?"
, please stop listening to Ziyu’s nonsense.”
After saying that, he immediately shouted coldly at Ziyu: "Why don't you go in and dress up quickly? How dare you appear here? Who do you want to embarrass?"
As he spoke, he winked at the people around him, indicating that he should quickly drag Ziyu down to get dressed and get married.
Immediately, a boy came to catch the fish at the door.
Ziyu didn't hide when he saw this, but said with a surprised look on his face: "Is it me? But my father has already agreed to my marriage to another son of the family, and the engagement has already been made."
"That's nonsense, pull it down quickly." Rong yelled and reached out to catch the fish regardless of the image.