The Little Lucky Girl.

After finishing their meal, Doctor Yue and Old Man Meng went to their room to rest!

Days passed like sand on the fingertips, and before they knew it, it was the day before Su Qing and Murong Ye's wedding. The entire capital was immersed in an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation, and the streets and alleys were full of discussions about this world-renowned wedding.

Murong Ye, the war king who had crushed countless enemy armies and instilled fear in border invaders, showed his cherishment for Su Qing by preparing a dowry of one hundred and sixty-eight pallets. Each pallet was meticulously selected, its boxes varnished with a brilliant finish, its red silk flowers adorning them dazzlingly. The opening of the first chest dazzled everyone with the lustrous sheen of silk and satin, sourced from the most renowned weaving workshops in Jiangnan. They were as light as mist and as soft as spring water. Then there were the antiques, calligraphy, and paintings: authentic works by masters of past dynasties, as well as rare and unique copies, each imbued with the fragrance of ink and ancient charm etched with time. The jewels and jade were even more dazzling: round pearls the size of a thumb, jade so watery it could reflect a person's reflection, each piece priceless.

Upon hearing of Su Qing's wedding, Dongfang Ke, the Emperor of Donglin, also sent a dowry of eighteen loads. This international gift was truly substantial, filled with rare treasures from Donglin, including exquisite accessories crafted from exotic gemstones and magnificent cloaks crafted from the furs of deep-sea beasts. It embodied the grace and generosity of an imperial family.

Su Qing's two masters, who always loved their apprentice like their own daughter, had gathered sixteen loads of gifts. From the specially crafted weapons Su Qing had used when she first started practicing to the precious secret manuals she had collected, everything was included in her dowry, each a testament to the deep affection between master and disciple. Her three senior brothers were equally forthcoming, each sending ten loads. Rare treasures, magical herbs and medicinal remedies she had found throughout her travels, all carried with the care and love of her senior brothers.

Bai Yunfei, the deputy head of Youlan Pavilion, had a life-or-death friendship with Su Qing. With a wave of his hand, he ordered sixty-six loads of gifts. Boxes and crates were filled with rare spices, their fragrance lingering in the air. There were also various ingenious mechanical devices, all carefully customized by Bai Yunfei, full of novelty and ingenuity. Although Grandma Xiao's family was not wealthy, they also did their best to send ten loads of gifts, all of which were homely but thoughtful items. The Zhuge family, as a prestigious family, sent eighteen loads of jade and gold items that showed off their status and were extremely luxurious. Needless to say, the Shangshu Mansion, Su Qing was the jewel of the family, and a hundred and eighty-eight loads were prepared for her. From furniture made of precious wood to glass ornaments shipped from overseas, it was a display of luxury. Even the villagers of the small Sujia Village contributed six loads of dowry. A total of five hundred and fourteen loads!

On the day of the wedding, even before dawn, the capital was already abuzz with activity. The ten-mile-long street was swept spotlessly clean, and a festive red carpet was laid out. In front of the Shangshu Mansion, where Su Qing was staying, loads of dowry were already neatly arranged, like a winding red dragon stretching as far as the eye could see. The matchmaker, leading the procession, shouted, "Lift the sedan chair!" The clamor of gongs and drums, the blaring of suonas, made everyone's ears ring, yet filled their hearts with joy.

The people of the capital city had been waiting at the street side early in the morning, staring at the pomp in amazement, "Wow, Princess Ding'an is so generous! Look at the dowry, it's endless!" There were naughty children, who were squeezing in and out of the crowd just to touch the red silk that tied the dowry; the old people were smiling with their eyes narrowed into slits, and kept muttering words of blessing and good luck.

The bridal sedan swayed slowly as it moved towards the Zhan Prince's Mansion. Su Qing sat inside, adorned with a phoenix coronet and a red robe. Although she could not see the grand occasion outside, she could feel the fervent joy. Murong Ye, dressed in a red robe, rode on a tall horse, his posture as straight as a pine tree. His eyes were constantly looking towards the bridal sedan, his heart filled with joy and nervousness at the prospect of marrying his beloved. When they arrived at the Murong Mansion, the house was packed with guests, and everyone's laughter and congratulations were intertwined. Su Qing was helped down from the bridal sedan, stepped over the brazier, and walked towards the wedding hall with Murong Ye. Witnessed by everyone, the ceremonial officer shouted, "First bow to heaven and earth, second bow to parents, and then husband and wife bow to each other." At the moment the ceremony was over, flower petals fell like rain, and the entire Zhan Prince's Mansion was filled with happiness.

After their marriage, Su Qing and Murong Ye's sweet love remained undiminished. Su Qing also kept busy, opening several charity houses to shelter the orphans and provide relief to the poor. She also used some of her past life's gifts to benefit the Dafeng Dynasty, contributing to its growing power. For a time, the people praised Princess Ding'an with utmost praise, and her love story with Prince Murong Ye became a legendary tale passed down through the generations of the capital.

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