The princess is very versatile, leaving the prince to become the richest

Jiang Qingyu didn't want to dwell too much on these things. He just wanted to complete the process quickly and get the things off his head.

But she also didn't want the King of Qi to get his way too much. If others respect me one inch, I will respect them ten feet.

If you let him do whatever he wants, he will only become more aggressive and do whatever he wants.

So she looked at the people in the hall and decided to pick one of her half-brothers who looked stronger and have him carry her out.

Jiang Qingyu saw a boy who was taller than her and looked very strong. She pointed at the boy and spoke.

"You, yes, you, you will carry me out of here later. No need to walk on the gravel road, just carry me to the sedan chair."

The illegitimate son chosen by her was called Jiang Qinian. He pointed at himself in disbelief and received Jiang Qingyu's affirmation.

Looking at the noble and moving Jiang Qingyu in front of him, Jiang Qinian, who was chosen, nodded blankly.

He couldn't believe that the woman in front of him was his elder sister who was so arrogant and never looked anyone in the eye.

Jiang Qingyu thought that even if this were to be told to others, it would still sound better for her half-brother to carry her out than for the King of Qi's guards to carry her out.

Every bit of face you can retain is a bit of face you can retain.

Everyone around her was afraid that she would make a scene because the King of Qi refused to come into the palace to greet her, but they didn't expect her to solve the problem so calmly.

Liu Siyi was in the front hall entertaining people who came to bring good fortune to the Jiang family and was not here.

Seeing that King Qi was so disrespectful to Jiang Qingyu, Jiang Qingchen, who was standing by and watching the show, was very happy and felt more and more that the Fifth Prince was his best candidate.

But Jiang Qingyu's attitude made her frown, and she felt that her elder sister seemed to have changed.

Ever since that incident, she felt that Jiang Qingyu was acting strange, as if he was different from before.

When encountering problems, he no longer loses his temper and beats or scolds people, but becomes more calm and composed.

Can one thing really change a person?

Lingxing stood straight in the hall, looking at everything in front of him coldly.

He was also surprised at Jiang Qingyu's reaction. This little ancestor didn't make a fuss today?

Jiang Qingyu looked at Ling Xing in front of him. His expressions and movements were really like his master Xiao Jingyu.

Everyone in the hall was discussing today's events in a low voice. One person's voice might not be loud, but when everyone's voices were added together, it gave Jiang Qingyu a headache.

Jiang Qingyu couldn't help but yell, since she had the bad reputation of "Jiang Qingyu".

"Shut up, the chattering is killing me. Just wait quietly. Ran Yang, tell the people at the gate of the yard to stop beating drums and gongs, and setting off fireworks."

After saying that, he found a stool and sat down.

Looking at the angry lady in front of him, Ran Yang did not dare to refute and walked to the door to stop the two atmosphere groups.

After hearing the devil's words, the hall suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and no one dared to speak.

Everyone thought that she had changed her temper in the face of this incident without getting upset, but it turns out that the little devil is still the little devil.

Jiang Qingchen chuckled, and after seeing this scene he gave up his previous thoughts, thinking that he was just being too suspicious.

Because the groom was not there, many procedures did not need to be followed. All they had to do was wait for the auspicious time. Everyone in the hall quietly waited with Jiang Qingyu.

The hall became lively only when the matchmaker announced the auspicious time had arrived.

People in the hall offered their blessings one after another, and fireworks and firecrackers were set off.

The matchmaker covered Jiang Qingyu with the veil again and helped her up from the stool.

She saw her half-brother bending over her from under the veil, and she lay on top of him.

The hand holding the fan was on his shoulder, and the other hand was holding two moving apples.

This was the first time in her past and present life that she lay on a boy’s back. Even though her half-brother was younger than him, he was very strong and walked steadily with her on his back.

There were flower petals scattered in front, and the breeze blew through, bringing with it a fragrant aroma.

In this way, Jiang Qingyu was carried to the front of the sedan chair, which was lowered and she bent down to get in. The red curtain was lowered, and she found a comfortable position to sit down, and then adjusted her wedding dress.

Father Jiang watched his daughter enter the sedan chair, his eyes warmed up. He looked at King Qi and bowed.

"My little girl will trouble you, King Qi, in the future. If she does anything wrong, please bear with me. Bring her back to the Jiang family and I will teach her a lesson for you."

Jiang Qingyu was somewhat touched that Father Jiang, who was so timid and cowardly, dared to say these words to the King of Qi. In her previous life, she never felt her father's love after her mother's death.

She did not hear the King of Qi's answer, nor did she hear the King of Qi's voice from the time she came out to the time she got into the sedan chair. There was only the congratulations and music from the people nearby, as if he had not come.

When the King of Qi saw Jiang Qingyu sitting in, he looked at Father Jiang again and said to the wedding procession.

"Take the sedan chair and go back home."

How concise and to the point, how economical with words, and it's hard to tell whether the tone expresses joy or anger.

During the entire bride-reception process, the King of Qi did not even dismount from his horse, nor did he give the Jiang family a good face. Now the bride-reception team, including those carrying the dowry, is so large that you can't see the end from the street.

The people around also sighed that Miss Jiang was lucky. There were countless women in the capital who liked the King of Qi, and countless who wanted to marry him.

But they all lost to Jiang Qingyu, who was inferior to them in every way, even though Jiang Qingyu was not a very good person.

But she was reborn and had a good mother who helped her daughter marry the King of Qi.

The sedan moved slowly and steadily, amid the sounds of congratulations, gongs, drums, and firecrackers outside.

Jiang Qingyu lamented in her heart that she had given up on men, but now she was married again, and to an ancient man. There was nothing she could do as she had no ability as a newcomer and could only follow other people's arrangements.

Just get married. Anyway, considering how much the King of Qi hates her, he probably won't bother her too much. She is still free, so she can just treat it as a change of place to live.

Jiang Qingyu felt that she had not been sitting for long when the sedan chair stopped. She secretly lifted the veil and looked out from the curtain, and found that she had arrived at Prince Qi's Mansion.

Others would go around the capital city dozens of times to get married as long as they didn't miss the auspicious time, but Xiao Jingyu took a shortcut and returned to Prince Qi's Mansion as quickly as possible, as if he was completing a task assigned by his superiors.

"Please ask the bride to get off the sedan chair."

The matchmaker's voice came from outside, and Jiang Qingyu quickly lowered the curtains and covered her head with the veil.

At this time, a red silk was handed over from outside and placed in Jiang Qingyu's hand. Jiang Qingyu held the red silk tightly and followed the force to get off the sedan chair.

From under the veil, all she could see was a pair of men's feet walking methodically in front of her.

"A couple will cross the fire basin and live a prosperous life from now on."

The matchmaker's voice came again, and she followed the feet holding the red silk. After he stepped over the fire basin, Jiang Qingyu also stepped over.

Surrounded by people, I followed him all the way to the auditorium. Maybe because the emperor was there, it was not so noisy here.

The emperor looked at the newlyweds walking towards him holding a red silk ribbon, especially Xiao Jingyu's face which looked 70% like his.

He seemed to see himself when he was young, and his heart was filled with emotion. In the blink of an eye, his son was married.