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"No, I have to take Qingyi and Ziyi to the city and buy the best of everything. When I come back, the girl will just need a few stitches."

As Aunt Mi said this, she stood up and took a few steps before she thought about it and turned back. She looked a bit like a spinning top.

The girl got married in Qingshan Villa, but still lived in Qingshan Villa, so Aunt Mi was naturally happy.

But when you think about marrying a girl, it means you just go out for a walk and come back, and it’s difficult to even prepare the dowry. It makes me feel depressed.

The only thing she felt fortunate about was the two red sandalwood boxes inlaid with gold lace in the girl's cabinet, one labeled "bride price" and the other "dowry." She had checked them all, and they were actually large banknotes.

"Girl, you must be happy this time!" He turned back and, not expecting anything, started nagging his girl again.

This made all the servants present laugh. Jing Qiurong blushed and said, "Thank you, Ma'am." She thought to herself, Ma'am Mi is so busy that she has said this three times in one day.

She looked at Jing Qiurong, her eyes full of love, like an elder of the Jing family, and said, "We can't have the same furniture in our new house after we get married. But if we have to make new furniture, I'm afraid it's too late."

"Also, young lady, is the new house still being furnished in the room where you live?"

Thinking about the decoration of the new house, Aunt Mi became anxious again.

She looked at Jing Qiurong, her eyes full of anticipation: "Miss, what do you think about this new house..."

After thinking about it, he shook his head again. "Hey! There's not enough time to renovate the mansion. It's too troublesome. But the front door of the manor, as well as the main and second gates of the house, all need to be painted."

As Aunt Mi spoke, she lowered her head and began to calculate how much paint and labor would be needed.

This time, he finally looked at Jing Yi, his eyes full of seriousness: "Sir, what do you think about this paint matter..."

Suddenly, he slapped his forehead again and said, "Oh no! No. I have to find time to go to the town and ask those elders. In the case of a girl and a son-in-law, the wedding and the daughter are both in the same house. Should we put up double happiness characters on the gate? And should we write "marrying a daughter or marrying a daughter-in-law" on the couplet?

The more Aunt Mi thought about these details, the more headache she felt. But seeing that Jing Yi didn't say anything, she turned around and wanted to leave, but turned back and looked at her daughter with a very funny look.

Ever since the news of the marriage came out of the two masters' mouths, Aunt Mi has been talking non-stop and her body has been moving around, making everyone nervous. They wanted to do things immediately after hearing the instructions, but they had not received any clear instructions, so they could only worry.

This was the first time Jing Qiurong had seen Aunt Mi like this. She knew she was overly happy. Now that the girl had no other relatives around, she felt sorry for the old general and the old lady if she didn't shoulder the responsibility. She wanted to share some of the burden, but she was worried that others wouldn't be able to do it well, so she wanted to do everything herself.

Jing Qiurong quickly called out to Aunt Mi, "Aunt Mi, listen to me."

She looked at Aunt Mi, her eyes full of gratitude: "Aunt Mi, you have worked hard for the Jing family for most of your life. This time, I can't let you get tired."

"Zi Yi, hurry up and get a stool for Aunt Mi."

Zi Yi was also quick. He rushed forward and pushed Mi Ma Ma down onto the stool.

Aunt Mi, however, looked uneasy: "Miss! Isn't this shortening my life?" What was the point of an old servant like her sitting across from four people? She didn't dare move her hands or feet after sitting down. Out of fear, her nagging habit finally stopped.

"Mother Mi, you just need to work with Aunt Ziyi and Aunt Qingyi to prepare mother's wedding dress, bed covers, and curtains."

Jing Chunxi was also worried that this old man, who had taken care of their family for most of his life, might get into trouble because he was too busy with this matter, so he quickly spoke up.

Just decorating the new house requires a lot of needlework. A wedding dress may sound like just a set of clothes, but in fact, there are many things involved.

In addition to the wedding dress, the couple also had to wear six sets of outer and inner garments for the first few days after the wedding, as well as new shoes, socks, and handkerchiefs. Furthermore, the red veil, oil-paper umbrella, and the red silk cloth used by the couple to hold hands during the wedding ceremony had to be woven into a flower pattern.

In a word, getting married is not easy. The newlyweds are in glory, but the servants are exhausted.

She looked at Aunt Mi, her eyes full of gratitude: "Aunt Mi, don't worry, we will arrange everything else."

"That's right, you have to take care of everything alone, how ridiculous! Is there no one left in Qingshan Villa?" Pu Ge'er also spoke at the right time, and then glanced at Jing Yi next to his mother with dissatisfaction. Jing Yi happened to see his expression and was frightened.

The people in the house are his wife's servants, not his, so how can he butt in on the matter?

Just now, the Madam had been discussing something with Aunt Mi, and he just came to join in the fun. Seeing that the servants were all in high spirits and talking about things noisily, he was happy to watch and listen, and he just wanted to listen more. He didn't expect that he would be disliked if he responded a little late.

Although Jing Yi felt a little aggrieved, he looked at Aunt Mi with gratitude in his eyes and said politely, "Aunt Mi, I really can't tire you out with this. Just do as Sister Xi says."

"Besides, you are marrying a girl, not a wife. I will arrange everything else, so you don't have to worry about it."

How could Jing Yi not care about his own affairs?

He already had a plan in mind. He needed a few painters, a few cooks, and a few handymen. He went up the mountain to make arrangements last night and even specified when to start.

Moreover, the day before the wedding, he knew exactly where to hang lanterns and place flowers. He even prepared the white horse he would ride on to welcome the bride and the sedan chair to pick up the bride.

Then the route to pick up the bride also needs to be planned in advance. He plans to go there in person tomorrow.

His plan was: the wedding procession would set out from Qingshuihe Manor, pick up the bride from Qingshan Manor, then go back in a circle, and finally bring her back to the mansion in Qingshan Manor.

As for the time when the wedding procession would leave and the time when the bride would enter, he planned to go back to Prince Jing's mansion a few days later to consult a fortune teller and re-determine the best auspicious time.

He had originally planned to buy a new set of rosewood furniture from the best furniture store in the capital to put in his new house. But before he could even say it, his new daughter stopped him and said she had paid for it.

How could Jing Chunxi let his cheap father waste so much money on such vulgar things as furniture, which was rampant in the space, and even go to great lengths to bring it back from the capital?

She looked at Jing Yi and swore, "Dad, don't worry. Xi'er is giving you the best stuff. It's definitely the best rosewood furniture, and it's guaranteed to be brand new and unused. You should finish your work and come with me to the empty house in town to unload the stuff."

These words made Jing Yi very excited at the time, and he once again regretted not keeping the children's name-changing gifts in his arms and carrying them with him at all times.

Seeing that his mother's dressing table was already filled with several sets of gold and jeweled headpieces, each one exquisite and all made in the imperial court, Jing Chunxi stopped trying to take out more valuable items from his space.

"Mom, don't be so high-profile!"

It's a good thing that my mother married a good husband, but it can't be too extravagant.

It would be fine for the hostess of a small village in a remote mountain village to get married with great fanfare and a grand wedding, but it would be too eye-catching if she was also rich and showed off her gold and silver.