The princess is the only one in Xuanmen, and she is reborn to lift the lid of the prince's coff

In Xuexiangju, Song Chuchu waited until she missed the time and didn't even hear the music of the wedding procession.

Her heart skipped a beat. Could something have gone wrong again?

She ignored everyone's attempts to stop her, lifted her skirt and ran to Zhengyi Gate.

From a distance, we could see Song Ming and Song Chusi arguing with the people who came to welcome the bride.

Song Ming's veins bulged and he rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to fight.

"What do you mean by that? My uncle's daughter is getting married, and you don't even have a wedding procession, just a sedan chair? Is this your attitude towards marriage?!"

Song Chusi also said, "My sister is going to be the Crown Prince's wife, not a concubine. Don't even think about carrying her away in such a shabby sedan chair!"

The one who came to welcome the bride was Manager Ji, who had been arguing with the father and son for a long time and now had no patience left.

He snorted coldly, a look of sarcasm on his face: "I've said a lot to you two. It's up to you whether you want to get in the sedan chair or not! If you miss the time, the sedan chair will turn around!"

Song Chuchu suddenly felt her blood rushing up, and a sense of humiliation ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

In the previous life, it was clearly because Song Wu was of lowly descent that she was treated as a concubine. Now, I am a legitimate daughter of the emperor. How could this mansion still have a sedan chair?!

Her nails dug deep into her flesh, and her eyes were bloodshot.

When Song Chushi heard the noise, he hurried out. His father was still standing with his hands on his hips, asking Manager Ji for an explanation, and his tone was very aggressive.

He immediately rushed to Manager Ji, scaring him so much that he staggered.

Song Ming was just about to grab his eldest son and persuade him not to act impulsively when he saw him turn his head, open his arms and protect Manager Ji behind him.

"Father, you can't be like this! This is the Marquis's Steward Ji, how can you scold him? Big Brother Ji and the others are still looking forward to Chuchu marrying him! By doing this, aren't you delaying Chuchu's future?"

Mrs. Li, who had prepared many bowls of red soup for the wedding, also came out from the inner house at this moment. When she saw the scene in front of her, her vision went dark in an instant!

The Ji family actually planned to marry their daughter like this!

It's really too much!

And this eldest son of his is even dumber than a pig!

Looking at her daughter standing in front of her, her furious husband, and her two sons fighting, although Li was angry, she still planned to go see Song Chuchu first.

Li walked forward and tried to comfort Chuchu, but she saw that Chuchu's face was full of resentment. She gritted her teeth and said, "I will marry you!"

Although Song Chuchu's voice was not loud, everyone present heard it.

Manager Ji was stunned at first, then his expression relaxed immediately.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled at Song Chuchu: "Miss Chuchu is still sensible!"

The matchmaker lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and Ji Zongguan bowed and said, "Please come in!"

Li's face was filled with shock, and before she could recover from the shock, she saw Song Chuchu had already covered her head with a veil and got into the red sedan carried by four people.

Song Ming stomped his feet in anger and tried to pull Song Chuchu down from the sedan chair, but was stopped by Song Chushi.

Li rushed forward to pull Song Chuchu, but was stopped by the sedan bearers and her reach was empty.

She cried out loudly: "Chu Chu, it's too unfair for you to marry like this! You are so stupid, my daughter, it's because the Marquis' Mansion doesn't like you..."

However, Song Chuchu sat quietly inside, closed her eyes and covered her ears in annoyance.

Seeing that things had come to this, Song Ming had no choice but to quickly tell the servants to carry the dowry.

On this day in the capital, people were whispering to each other, finding the scene extremely strange.

Behind the concubine's sedan chair carried quietly by four people in the Marquis' Mansion, there was a dowry lined up for three or four streets.

At the beginning, he was as low-key as a mouse walking on the street, afraid of making any noise; at the end, he was so high-profile that he wanted to beat drums and gongs for fear that no one would know!

Song Chuchu was also conflicted while sitting in the wedding sedan. She didn't know how her life had turned out like this!

It was obvious that in her previous life, she married from a prince's mansion to a marquis's mansion, and that was very glorious!

All the people in the Ji family bowed and nodded when they saw her, and the manager Ji didn't even dare to fart in front of her!

What about now? They are all big-tailed wolves!

In the sedan chair, she wiped away a tear that slipped from the corner of her eye, with hatred surging in her heart.

She regretted why she didn't marry the dead man Jiang Xing first like she did in her previous life!

Yes, the wealth of the palace! In her previous life, she married into the Jin Palace with the wealth of the palace!

Now, they have all been snatched away by Song Wu!

Song Chuchu let out a breath of foul air and said, "I will definitely make you pay in this life!"

Song Wu, I will send you to hell and make your life worse than death!!!

Looking at the exquisite wedding dress on her body, Song Chuchu's eyes flashed with calculation again.

It doesn't matter. A farm girl is always a farm girl. Even though the Duke's Mansion gives her property, she must marry out of her own house. How can the status of an ordinary family compare with that of an Earl's Mansion?

She gently lifted the veil and the curtain of the sedan chair, and she didn't know when her maids Ginkgo and Chunxiao had caught up with her.

Ginkgo comforted her, "Don't be sad, young lady. The dowry your uncle gave you is so huge that it stretches four streets long. You can only count on one hand the number of people in Beijing who have such a magnificent dowry! I'm sure that when you get to the Marquis' Mansion, you won't be looked down upon just by looking at your style!"

Song Chuchu smiled again, her mood improving a lot.

Yes, she forgot that she had the entire Bo Mansion as her backing. Just from the dowry, it was impossible for her, Song Wu, to collect so much in such a short time!

There were crackling sounds of firecrackers and suona music coming from outside. After walking for a while, the sedan bearers suddenly stopped.

Song Chuchu shuddered forward, "What's going on?"

Steward Ji turned around, his face smooth and friendly, "Miss Chuchu, please be patient. There is a ceremonial procession for Prince Jin's wedding ahead. According to the rules, we have to give way to them!"

After a brief silence, Manager Ji heard two "squeaking" sounds outside the sedan.

Song Chuchu's nails tried to dig into the brocade on the sedan cushion, but they slipped.

"No need to give way!" Song Chuchu's voice suddenly became cold and stern. "Prince Jin is seriously ill, so someone must have come to pick up the bride on his behalf. And the princess is just a farmer's daughter. How could she possibly pass over me, the legitimate daughter of the baron's mansion?"

Manager Ji was a little embarrassed, "This, this is not appropriate!"

Song Chuchu: "If I say no, then no!"

So what if I am a concubine?

But she has the support of the Bo family and a dowry worth four streets! After all, she is marrying into the Ji family!

And what did Song Wu have? A dying husband? Three servants of varying quality?

Song Chuchu's mouth curled up in sarcasm.

She wanted to see how a princess with such a meager dowry would be laughed at!

Song Chuchu refused to listen to advice again and again, so Manager Ji had no choice but to lead the sedan chair team and set off again.

On Chaihu Street, they finally collided head-on with the royal guard of honor.

The palace guards and the Anguogong Mansion soldiers immediately stepped out, and a major general with a team of ten people blocked Song Chuchu's sedan chair.

"How dare anyone disrupt Prince Jin's wedding! All other weddings must be rerouted!"

Chief Steward Ji bowed, glanced back in disgust at the direction of the sedan chair, and then said to the major general in front of him in a flattering manner: "General, you are too kind. It just happened that the date coincided. Of course, the prince's palace will go first, the prince's palace will go first!"

Song Chuchu felt so choked up that she couldn't breathe, so she immediately lifted the veil and opened the curtain again.

"I am the wife of the Ji family's heir, so I can't cross this road?"

After hearing these words, Manager Ji felt very upset and broke out in a cold sweat.

The Ji family is in a very difficult situation right now. No matter how powerful they are, they still have to work hard on the surface!

This young lady must be a fool!

He quickly winked at the matchmaker.

The matchmaker said quickly, "Oh, Madam, wait a minute and you will be blessed! First, you will have both sons and daughters; second, you will grow old together; third, you will be connected for generations to come!"

When Song Chuchu heard the compliments that she was used to enjoying in her previous life, her anger slowly subsided.

She rolled her eyes and said coquettishly, "Who wants to be connected to him for eternity?"

At this time, Song Wu, who was sitting in the eight-man sedan chair on Chaihu Street, also slowly opened the curtain.

For a moment, her eyes met Song Chuchu's.