Sir Song, do you want to pledge yourself to me?

"Mu Ge, do you know the bride? You've been in the capital, how did you two meet?"

The thoughtful lady asked curiously. She felt it would be inappropriate to stay after seeing the bride and disturb the newlyweds, so she asked the other guests to leave, and even took Shen Muge with them.

Xueqing and Xuebi walked at the end of the crowd, and when they went out, they did not forget to close the door to leave some private space for the newlyweds.

Finally, only Ji Nuan and Song Jinbai were left in the room. The sudden silence made the atmosphere a little subtle and tense.

Ji Nuan could no longer maintain her dignity. She suddenly stood up, ran to the dressing table and sat down. She turned to Song Jinbai and said, "Song Jinbai, come and help me. This crown is pressing on my neck and it's almost breaking. Please help me take it off."

Song Jinbai, who was originally in a romantic mood, wanted to take advantage of the fact that no one was around to ask for some compensation, but after hearing what Ji Nuan said, he instantly felt guilty and blamed himself for being too careless and not noticing Ji Nuan's discomfort.

"Okay, let me help you."

He responded quickly and followed quickly.

The crown is fixed on the top of the head, which makes it cumbersome to put on and equally difficult to take off.

Ji Nuan thought that Song Jinbai would take a long time, but unexpectedly, his fingers were so dexterous that not only did he not pull a single hair, he also took off the crown very quickly.

Ji Nuan stood up and twisted her neck, feeling relieved. She turned around and saw Song Jinbai looking at her with a tender gaze.

The man was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Wearing the same wedding dress as hers, he looked even more like a pile of jade or a row of pine trees. He was so handsome, there was no other man like him in the world.

Ji Nuan's heart was pounding, and she felt like she would not stop until she died.

As she looked at him, her hand unconsciously reached out to his face.

"Does it look good?" Song Jinbai asked with a smile.

Ji Nuan was a little dizzy, "Yeah, it looks good!"

Song Jinbai took the hand that was messing with his face and squeezed it lovingly. "So, who's prettier, me or Jun Xianlan?"

Ji Nuan answered subconsciously: "Jun Xianlan."

As soon as he said that, Song Jinbai's bright expression suddenly darkened. He stretched out his long arm, pulled Ji Nuan into his arms, and gently stroked her smooth jawline. He said in a threatening tone, "I'll give you one chance to answer again. Who do you think is prettier? If you answer wrong again, I'll punish you severely!"

Ji Nuan's lost sanity finally returned.

She blinked and tried to prove herself, "I prefer tall, strong, and well-versed men like you. I only look at the weak type; they're really not my type."

Jun Xianlan: ...Who's weak? I'm a man of seven feet tall, when was I ever labeled weak? Please don't force the label of weak on me!

Xiaoyao Sword: If you dare to slander my man, do you believe I will chop you with my sword?

Song Jinbai pecked Ji Nuan's lips lightly, with a smug smile on his lips, "You are not satisfied with my first answer, so the punishment will continue." As he said that, he pressed towards Ji Nuan again and kissed her red lips deeply.

Ji Nuan felt dizzy and always felt that something was wrong with the development of things.

It was obvious that she was the one who made Song Jinbai blush at the beginning. Since when did Song Jinbai always find excuses to control her perfectly?

She couldn't be seduced by male beauty anymore, otherwise she would be controlled by Song Jinbai all the time after marriage.

Just as I was thinking about it, my earlobe suddenly felt hot, and Song Jinbai's low and magnetic voice rang in my ear, "Not concentrating, what are you thinking about?"

Ji Nuan pushed him, her face flushed. "There are so many guests outside waiting for you to start the banquet. When are we going to drink the wedding wine?"

"Someone will come and call me when the banquet starts."

Song Jinbai stared at Ji Nuan, a gentle smile on his lips. He gently wiped away the moisture left on the corner of Ji Nuan's lips with his thumb, then took her to the table and sat down.

There were two small gourds filled with wine and tied with red ropes on the table. He picked up one of them and handed it to Ji Nuan.

"Madam, after drinking this wedding wine, you will be responsible for me for the rest of your life."

Ji Nuan took the small melon ladle filled with wine, linked her arms with Song Jinbai, and smiled at each other, her eyes also full of expectations for the future.

"If you don't leave, I will never abandon you!" Her words were firm and gentle, and she made a lifelong promise to Song Jinbai.

After the two of them finished drinking the wedding wine, a voice came from outside the door urging Song Jinbai to go to the front for the banquet.

Song Jinbai answered the call outside the door, then turned to Ji Nuan and said, "I'll have someone bring you some food later. You don't have to sit and wait for me. Take a rest if you're tired. Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as possible."

He kissed Ji Nuan between the eyebrows before getting up and leaving.

Ji Nuan's dowry was originally planned to be ninety-nine loads, intended to be both respectable and modest, not overshadowing the groom's. However, Ji Nuan's friends were all generous, offering lavish and rich gifts. Despite repeated attempts to squeeze and squeeze, the Ji family still managed to pack a solid one hundred and eighteen loads of dowry, just two less than the betrothal gifts.

The long procession of dowries entered the Song residence in a mighty procession, and the dowries were neatly placed in the open space in the courtyard, attracting curious guests to stop and watch. Their eyes widened, and their shock was beyond words.

When the dowry was carried in, they saw with their own eyes that the dowry boxes were so heavy that they bent the loads, making the young men who were carrying the dowry very tired.

There are three copies of the dowry list, one is kept at the Ji family, one is in Ji Nuan's hands, and the other is included with the dowry.

The guests vied to look at the dowry list, and even those ladies who had seen the world in the capital could not help but marvel at it.

Not to mention the silver notes hidden in the bottom of the box, there were as much as 100,000 taels of gold alone, which was an extremely rare dowry amount for a noble lady in the capital when she got married.

Not to mention the exquisite head ornaments and jewelry. In addition to all the things brought back from the betrothal gifts, there were also various kinds of gems and jewelry with so many styles that it was dazzling.

Take the dressing table, for example: the mirror, made entirely of glass, was so clear that even the fine hairs on a person's face could be seen clearly. The guests had never heard of or seen such a luxurious item.

In addition, Ji Nuan's dowry also included businesses such as shops, houses and farms, the number of which was comparable to the total assets of some wealthy families.

The guests were talking about it. Who spread the rumor that Song Jinbai married an ordinary farmer's daughter? Could a farmer's daughter have such a large dowry?

Those ladies who had once thought of introducing girls from their own families to Song Jinbai but were rejected by him coldly, originally had some malicious intentions of making fun of him, and deliberately brought people to watch the bride's dowry, wanting to see how rich the dowry of this woman who could make Song Jinbai's heart beat was.

As a result, when he saw that no one said a word, the words he wanted to use to make fun of them were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.

As the steward greeted the guests, the ladies left the courtyard one by one, their faces filled with embarrassment and resentment. Fortunately, they hadn't said anything outrageous at first, otherwise, they would have made a fool of themselves.