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As soon as Wen Qingcheng got into the sedan chair, she heard loud laughter outside, followed by the sound of firecrackers and drums.

"Big sister..." Wen Qingcheng seemed to hear Zicheng's crying voice outside the sedan. Wen Qingcheng was suddenly touched and her eyes were moist.

Ye Xiuying stood at the door and watched the sedan chair leave, covering her mouth with her hands, with a smile on her face, but her eyes were red.

Mo Jinghong was very proud, riding on a tall horse, looking very proud and even happier than if he had won a battle. They played music and danced all the way, and it felt like they had been wandering around for a long time before they finally arrived at the Qin Palace.

When the bridal sedan arrived at the Prince of Qin's mansion, Wen Qingcheng's dowry was carried out of the door. The dowry given by Wen Liang, the old lady of the Marquis's mansion, Ye Xiuying, and the Empress Dowager and Consort Xian in the palace was not an exaggeration. When Wen Qingcheng came out of the bridal sedan, it was already dark, and the Prince of Qin's mansion was decorated with lights and colorful decorations. Relatives, friends and guests gathered at the door, waiting for the bride to arrive.

The palace's ceremonial officials sang in unison, and after a series of complicated rituals, they welcomed the newlyweds into the palace.

In the front hall, Mo Jinghong and Wen Qingcheng began to worship. The old concubine, the King of Qin and the King of Qin sat on high seats waiting for the two newlyweds to worship.

Mo Jinghong was reluctant to bow. He glanced around the hall and asked, "Why can't I see my mother's tablet?" Mo Jinghong ordered someone to bring the tablet of Princess He.

The Princess of Qin was so angry that her face turned blue. She was the legitimate wife of the King of Qin, and therefore Mo Jinghong's legitimate mother. She was sitting here alive, but he didn't bow to her. He went to bow to that short-lived ghost! In front of so many guests, Mo Jinghong actually made this request. If she compromised today, wouldn't she be controlled by this little bastard in the future?

"Your Highness, look at this..." Princess Qin looked at King Qin with some embarrassment, asking him to speak.

The King of Qin smiled, but his eyes were fierce. "Jinghong, today is your big day. Your parents are here. I'm afraid it's unlucky for you to ask for your late mother's tablet."

"That's my biological mother. Her kindness is greater than heaven. We in the Great Qi rule the world with filial piety. Is there anything wrong with me bringing the Crown Prince's Consort to pay respect to my deceased mother?"

Princess Qin said, "You are young and don't know that there are many rules to follow. Hurry up and get married. Don't miss the auspicious time."

Wen Qingcheng, who was wearing a red veil, spoke slowly, her clear voice like a spring: "If it is inconvenient for you to come out, I would like to go to the ancestral hall to pay my respects in person."

Mo Jinghong turned his head and looked at his young wife beside him, smiling knowingly. Wen Qingcheng's words surprised Princess Qin for a moment. The old concubine knew that her grandson had a stubborn temper, but she didn't know that her grandson's wife was not easy to talk to. She was a little unhappy for a moment, but in front of so many guests, they didn't care about their face, and she still had to save face, so she said: "Okay, go and invite them, don't keep the guests waiting."

The Princess of Qin smiled almost with gritted teeth and said, "Okay, go and get the tablet of the late Princess." After saying that, she winked at her personal maid, who immediately went to get the tablet.

Princess Qin stared at Wen Qingcheng under the red veil and cursed in her heart: How dare a country bumpkin openly go against me? You will suffer the consequences in the future.

Soon, the tablet of Princess He was brought up and placed on the table between the King of Qin and the Princess. Wen Qingcheng followed Mo Jinghong to pay respect to heaven and earth and to their parents. After the couple paid respect to each other, with a cry of "the ceremony is over", Wen Qingcheng was escorted to the wedding room by the bridesmaid.

Mo Jinghong and Wen Qingcheng were just entering the bridal chamber. Under the guidance of the matchmaker, they drank the wedding wine and said auspicious words. Mo Jinghong couldn't wait to drive the matchmaker away. Just as he was about to sit next to Wen Qingcheng and lift the red veil, he heard many colleagues, friends, and several generals in the military camp leaning against the door and window outside and making a fuss.

"Hurry up and lift up the red veil for us to see. I heard that the bride is one of the most beautiful women in the world."

"The general is so lucky, and it's a feast for the eyes for the brothers."

"Yes, General, please lift the veil quickly." As he spoke, someone pried open the window and several heads popped in from outside.

Mo Jinghong took a deep breath and stared at the door. Everyone started to make a noise: "The general is angry."

"If the general doesn't want to lift his veil, come out and drink now, don't hide in your room."

Mo Jinghong was only focused on Wen Qingcheng. He was annoyed by their shouting, especially those generals who were very rude and peeked in through the window. How could his bride be for them to see? After thinking about it, Mo Jinghong said softly to Wen Qingcheng, "Cheng'er, wait for a while. I'll go and deal with them first."

Wen Qingcheng knew that they would definitely force him to drink, so she said, "Brother Mo, today is our big day, drink slowly. Even if you can drink a lot, there are more of them after all."

"You are already my bride, why are you still calling me Brother Mo?"

Wen Qingcheng subconsciously raised her hand to cover her mouth, and quickly changed her words: "I mean, husband..."

Mo Jinghong was so touched by the gentle call of "husband" that his bones softened. He was in a good mood and laughed loudly, "Don't worry, my beloved concubine. They can't drink more than me."

Mo Jinghong drove away the people who were eager to go to the new house, and Wen Qingcheng felt that the world suddenly became quiet. Just when she wanted Bai Wei and Zhu Ling to bring her some snacks to fill her stomach, she heard a burst of frolicking outside the door, and then the door was opened, and a group of women and children rushed in.

"Hey, this is the wedding room, you can't come in." Bai Wei stood in front of Wen Qingcheng's bed. Unexpectedly, she could prevent adults but not children. A naughty little boy ran to Wen Qingcheng's bed and lifted the veil on her head.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise. Seeing this, Zhu Ling and Mo Jinghong's two maids hurriedly covered Wen Qingcheng's head with the cap again.

Even though she only appeared for a moment, those who were making trouble in the bridal chamber were still struck by Wen Qingcheng's beauty. In the past, Wen Qingcheng always wore light makeup, looking pure and elegant, but now she was wearing heavy makeup, which made her look even more stunning.

At this moment, a woman came out and scolded, "Hua'er, come here quickly, or you will make trouble."

At this time, Mo Jingjun's wife Kang smiled and said, "Don't mind, sister-in-law. This is my nephew. He has been naughty since he was a child. He just likes to play."

Zhu Ling saw Wen Qingcheng's veil being lifted up, and her heart was immediately in a knot. She said, "The bride's veil was lifted by the groom. The child is ignorant, but are the adults also ignorant? They can't even keep an eye on a child."

Kang saw that the little maid brought by Wen Qingcheng dared to criticize her, her master. She said that this was her mother's nephew, so why should she, a maid, show off in front of her? She was so angry that her face turned red, but she didn't dare to blame Wen Qingcheng.

After being briefly stunned by Wen Qingcheng's beauty, Mo Ying stepped forward and said, "Second sister-in-law, you are not from Kyoto, so you may not know the rules here. Let me explain it to you. The practice of making trouble in the bridal chamber has existed since ancient times. The more trouble there is, the more lively it will be, and the more prosperous the married life will be. And the bride cannot be angry on the wedding day, otherwise, she will be unhappy for the rest of her life."