The Yang family's wedding was very lively. Although many high-status officials only sent family representatives, the number of guests was enough to support the scene.
As for Baicao's dozens of dowries, even the common people talked about it, and the people who came to watch the ceremony were even more stunned.
In the past two years, all the ladies in the capital have gotten married, but not one of them has met such a standard. Whoever gets married in the future must also consider this aspect, lest they cannot be compared to a peasant girl, which would be a shame and a loss of fortune.
On the contrary, the clan members of the Yang family and Mrs. Yang's relatives all had their own plans.
Such a dowry was really enviable, so when the newlyweds served tea the next day, there were so many people in the hall that there was no room for them to sit down, and those who were standing were a bit crowded.
"Grandma, please drink tea." Kneeling on the mat, Baicao raised the teacup respectfully, her face flushed with shyness.
Bai Cao was dressed in a red dress, with a touch of makeup on her face, a complete set of white jade jewelry on her head, and a silver jewelry with purple pearls on her forehead, which was grand yet delicate.
Her behavior was full of the gentleness of a lady from a famous family, and her voice was soft and soothing. Mrs. Yang secretly gave points to her grandson-in-law.
On the other hand, everyone else was staring at Bai Ling's jewelry and clothes.
Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy Liuyue Sha, which costs a thousand taels of silver. That set of jade ornaments is worth thousands of gold.
The purple pearl in front of Baicao's forehead is a rare thing, especially a plump and round purple pearl. One pearl can be worth a string of fine pearl necklaces, which costs at least a thousand taels.
"Good boy, our family has a small population. From now on, you only need to take good care of Yang'er and help him spread his branches as soon as possible. Grandma does not need you to sleep in the morning and dusk. Get up quickly, Yang'er will feel sorry for you."
Mrs. Yang did not fully accept Baicao in her heart, but she still had to give her enough face when outsiders were around.
Especially the coveting eyes of those people made Mrs. Yang very unhappy, and she excluded everyone with just one sentence.
After receiving the greeting gift from Madam Yang, Baicao stood up with the help of Yang Fan, turned around and saluted to both sides of the hall.
On the way here, Yang Fan had briefly explained to Baicao the character of these relatives. Except for giving some face to some individuals, it was best to beat them back with soft nails, otherwise they would have to bully them for the rest of their lives.
Bai Ling has been brainwashing Baicao along the way, and now there are hints from the old lady, so Baicao is not afraid.
"The bride, Cao'er, would like to pay her respects to all the elders." Bai Cao smiled softly and called the girl, "This is a meeting gift prepared by Cao'er for some of the juniors. I hope you won't dislike it."
"What my cousin said is wrong. We younger brothers and sisters should also get a greeting gift. My cousin doesn't know these etiquette, but I, the younger brother and sister, have no choice but to remind them." A young woman covered her mouth and chuckled.
"What my sister-in-law means is that even if you are both married, should I give you a meeting gift?" Baicao asked ignorantly.
"That's natural." The young woman answered naturally, but many people wanted to rush over and cover her mouth.
"Although the rules are different from ours, you should follow the local customs."
Bai Cao looked understanding and said sheepishly:
"In that case, let's do it according to age. Cao'er was shameless and accepted the meeting gifts from the sisters-in-law and sisters first, so that I can prepare them for my younger brothers and sisters. This way I won't waste any time."
Hearing this, the corner of Yang Fan's mouth raised slightly, and Mrs. Yang was also very satisfied. This grandson's daughter-in-law is not easy to handle.
As for those who originally wanted to take advantage, they wished they could tear the young women apart and embarrass them!
"My sister-in-law is just joking with you. We are all married and we are of the same generation. We can just interact with each other more often in the future. There is no need to pay attention to these false etiquette."
"Yes, my siblings were joking just now. There are no such rules in Beijing."
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This voice is almost everywhere in the hall. No matter how ugly the appearance is, the Yang family will not leave so easily after coming. Naturally, they will find ways to get things from the white grass.
Let's say that in the private room of Hongming Restaurant, the Bai Ling sisters were entertaining guests.
The arrival of the Xiao brothers and sisters and Ouyang Xun had already attracted the attention of many guests. This news would naturally spread like wildfire, which would undoubtedly be a kind of publicity for the restaurant.
But inside the private room, what was originally a thank you banquet turned into an apology banquet.
"I hope Ling'er can forgive me for the previous misunderstanding. When I learned the news, you had already left the capital for many days. Although this apology is a little late, it is my sincerity."
Ouyang Xun and Bai Ling have no business dealings, and their relationship is relatively simple.
Looking at the brocade box in front of him, Bai Ling said helplessly: "Master Ouyang, do you have to poke my scar? I had already forgotten about it, but now I have to think about it again."
"It's Zhiyuan's fault. I'll punish myself with three drinks." Ouyang Xun said with a warm smile.
Wanting to return to the top of the family, Ouyang Xun really didn't have the love for his children. He also knew that a woman like Bai Ling would never be willing to stoop to the backyard for a man, so he has always been very sensible.
Appreciation, but not admiration, is like the feeling of a brother towards his sister.
"It seems that I have to punish myself with three drinks." Xiao Mu shook his head and pushed the brocade box in front of Bai Ling, "My mother did not mean any harm, but her words hurt you. I am here to apologize on my mother's behalf."
Xiao Mu felt bitter in her heart when she thought that since those rumors spread, Princess Han always had the opportunity to make Mrs. Xiao suffer.
Princess Han had already determined that Bai Ling was her prospective daughter-in-law, but his mother thought that Bai Ling was not even qualified to be a concubine.
Xiao Muqing looked at Bai Ling with an apologetic look, but her hands under the table were clutching the handkerchief tightly, and her joints were turning white.
"Don't mention the past. Mrs. Xiao did something inappropriate, but I can't bear the grievance. I made it clear at the time. I don't think such a misunderstanding will happen again."
Bai Ling's expression faded a bit, and he was obviously alienated from Xiao Mu.
Unlike Mrs. Ouyang, Mrs. Xiao's words were spoken by herself, so the harm was naturally greater.
"I just said that Ling'er is a generous person, but my brother is too nervous. We finally got together, and today we will have a good meal, drink, and talk about some happy things."
Xiao Muqing spoke in relief, deliberately trying to liven up the atmosphere, which actually made everyone uncomfortable.
After a meal is finished in thought, no matter how good the food is, you have lost your appetite.
Bai Wei's rare silence might be better described as nervous, but she also knew very well that a young man from an aristocratic family like Xiao Mu was really not something she could reach.
Over at the Han Palace, Princess Han was busy taking inventory of the storerooms. She always felt that the betrothal gift was not prepared perfectly, which made the King of Han feel depressed as he looked at his daughter-in-law but had no time to talk, and wanted to express his taste.
"Your Majesty, there is a letter from the Crown Prince." Seeing his master's aggrieved look, the housekeeper did not dare to look up for fear of laughing out loud. (To be continued)