The divine doctor's concubine emptied the palace and went into exile

Although Shang Ruoyi had walked some distance away, her hearing was extremely sensitive, and she heard every word of the eldest lady's words without missing a single word.

I couldn't help but frown. What did the eldest lady mean by this?

The wedding procession had already arrived at the door. Shang Ruoyi, wearing her wedding dress and a veil on her head, was helped out of the gate of the prime minister's residence by a maid.

"Did you see that? The second young lady of the Xiangfu is getting married, and not only did the Xiangye and his wife not come out to see her off, but there's not even a concubine."

"Oh, didn't you see it? The groom, the prince of Dingguo Palace, didn't come out to welcome the bride. It is said that the betrothal gifts were pitifully small, only twenty loads."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this second young lady is so miserable!"

"Yes! Without the support of my family and without the love of my husband, how am I going to live in the future?"

A breeze blew by, lifting up a corner of her veil, allowing her to see the people who had just been gossiping.

She curled the corners of her lips and kicked the stone at her feet when no one was paying attention.

The four stones seemed to have eyes and hit the people's front teeth.

"Ouch!"

When I reached out my hand, the two front teeth were lying in the palm of my hand.

"Tooth! Tooth! My tooth!" Several people looked at the bloody front teeth in their palms, their eyes rolled back and they fainted.

Their shouts were drowned out by the sounds of joy and did not cause much commotion.

Shang Ruoyi walked straight into the bridal sedan without the slightest attachment to the prime minister's residence.

She didn't notice that all her little movements just now were seen by a pair of eyes.

After the wedding procession left, the man also left quietly.

At this time, in the Dingwang Palace.

"Sir, the wedding procession has returned, you should quickly change into your wedding dress!" Yun Tian held the tray with the wedding dress and advised with a bitter face: "Your Highness, this marriage was personally granted by the Emperor, we must not neglect it!"

He Jingheng sat by the window, his eyebrows like ink painting, eyes like stars, his handsome facial features were three-dimensional, and his natural kingly demeanor was even more imperial than that of the current crown prince.

Outside, there were drums and gongs, red silk and brocade, and he was wearing a black robe with silver edges and dark patterns. How could he look like a groom? He looked more like he was attending a funeral.

He stared intently at the chessboard in front of him and turned a deaf ear to what Yuntian said.

"Prince." The servant's voice came from outside the door: "Prince, the princess asked you to go to the front hall to welcome the guests."

He Jingheng waved his arm and the door closed.

Seeing this, the servant outside the door wiped the cold sweat from his head.

Ever since the prince injured his leg, his temperament has become very strange.

Not only did he not see anyone, he would not even step out of the gate, and would not let outsiders enter his yard.

Now the only one who can step into his courtyard is the old princess.

Yuntian looked at him with a headache: "Prince, if you don't like her, just marry her and leave her alone, but you can't not show up, right?"

When the last chess piece fell, He Jingheng finally took his eyes off the chessboard, looked at the wedding dress on the tray, and said in a deep voice: "My leg is injured, so I can't walk well. I'm afraid I can't get married. Why don't you go in my place!"

Yuntian knelt down hurriedly: "Don't joke, my prince. How can we replace each other in the wedding ceremony? If the emperor knew about it, I'm afraid he would accuse our palace of disobeying the emperor's order."

Just then, a figure flew into the yard.

"Prince." Yunqi's voice came.

"Come in."

Yunqi walked up to He Jingheng and whispered something in his ear.

He Jingheng's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice: "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"That's right." Yunqi was also very confused. How could a young lady in the boudoir have such skills?

At first he thought it was a coincidence, but since several people were hit in the front teeth by stones, it couldn't be a coincidence.

"This is quite interesting." A dark light flashed across He Jingheng's eyes.

"Sir, I suspect she is a spy sent by Shangnian." Yunqi said in a deep voice, "The second young lady's kicks were very clean and sharp. Without some kung fu, it would be impossible to knock out those people's front teeth so accurately."

"If she is a spy, I admire her courage."

He tapped the tray in Yuntian's hand: "Change clothes."

The sounds of gongs and drums were getting closer and closer. In a short while, the wedding procession arrived outside the palace. At this time, the outside of Dingguo Palace was full of people, and many of them were holding gifts.

The Dingguo Palace fought for the Tianshun Dynasty all year round and was deeply loved by the people.

Today is the wedding of the prince of Ding State, but Prince Ding He Yuwen is still on the battlefield.

So the people came spontaneously to congratulate and watch the ceremony.

This scene was seen by the eunuch who came to deliver gifts to the emperor and empress. He frowned but said nothing.

The wedding sedan came down and Shang Ruoyi sat in it. For a long while, the groom did not come to lift the curtain.

"This bride is so miserable. It's bad enough that there's no groom to welcome her, but now that she's arrived at the gate of Prince Ding's palace, no one has come to lift the curtain of the sedan chair."

"That is to say, if I were the bride, I would have died of shame and anger."

Shang Ruoyi couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard this.

What does it have to do with you?

Still feeling ashamed and angry?

At such a young age, why would you want to risk your life for a man?

Besides, she had finally survived. She lived for the country in her previous life, and in this life she just wanted to be herself.

"This is the daughter of the Prime Minister. Please keep your voices down so that no one can hear you."

At this time, an arrogant voice came over: "What are you afraid of? She is just a concubine's daughter who is not presentable."

"A concubine's daughter? Isn't it the daughter of the prime minister who is engaged to Prince Ding?"

"Will the daughter of the prime minister marry a cripple? Even if he is the prince of Prince Ding, Shang Yufu will not marry him." When she said this, her voice was very low, but Shang Ruoyi still heard it clearly.

She opened the curtain a little and looked at the woman who was speaking.

She was wearing green clothes and her head was full of pearls and jade.

I have the impression that this is Mu Qingning, the daughter of the Right Prime Minister.

Mu Qingning is one of the admirers of Prince Ding.

After all, among the candidates for handsome, glorious, and powerful husbands in the Tianshun Dynasty, Prince Ding, He Jingheng, is more popular than the current Crown Prince, He Lingsheng.

But ever since He Jingheng injured her leg, all the girls who had originally admired her gave up on this idea.

Shang Yufu also went from being the object of everyone's envy and jealousy to a pitiful person.

Whenever there is a palace banquet or gathering, everyone will step on her.

Shangnian didn't want to marry his legitimate daughter to He Jingheng. After all, even if he inherited the throne, his daughter would only be a princess of Ding State. How could she be the queen and bring honor to the family?

Furthermore, the current emperor has long been dissatisfied with Prince Ding's palace. If he marries his daughter to them, if something unexpected happens in the future, wouldn't he lose both his wife and his army?

Shang Ruoyi touched her headdress.

She remembered that when Shaoyao was combing her hair, there was a hairpin with a few glass beads on it.

He took down the glass beads, held them in his hand, and threw them at her feet through the gap in the curtain.