Reborn Young Lady's Peerless Grace

In order not to treat Shen Wanqing lightly, Du Zhijie naturally provided a comprehensive betrothal gift. Jewelry and jade shops, silk and cloth shops, and pastry and fruit shops in the capital all joined in the celebration, and the owners were also happy, thinking it was a lavish gift from the General's Mansion.

On the day of the betrothal, the general's mansion brought out the betrothal gifts early in the morning and placed them from the mansion to the street outside. It was a sea of ​​red, and it was a ten-mile-long red wedding, full of joy.

The servants who played musical instruments and sang walked in front, followed by the ceremonial guard. Du Zhijie and General Du rode their horses side by side, followed by the bridesmaid and the betrothal gift team, and they went to the marquis's mansion in a lively manner.

With such a big scene, it’s impossible for people to pretend they don’t know.

Many people came out to watch the fun, all of them admiring the generosity of the general's mansion. With such a grand occasion, it must be said that the general must love his fiancée very much!

Many children were running and jumping on both sides of the procession. A matchmaker was carrying a red cloth bag. From time to time, she would grab a handful of peanuts and dried fruits, mix them with some change and throw them into the crowd, causing cheers.

The journey was bustling with activity. The spies in the Hou Mansion passed the news back. Shen Yunlan felt depressed again after hearing it: "Ignorant boy, how can you make such a scene! Look where they are! Go and close the gate quickly."

"Master, this is a betrothal proposal, there is no such thing as blocking the door..."

"You ignorant boy, how can you make such a scene? Look where they are! Go and close the gate."

Shen Yunlan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Just go when I told you to. Why are you so long-winded?"

The servants did not dare to disobey and hurried to see what was happening. The Hou Mansion was in chaos, while the betrothal procession from the General's Mansion was getting closer and closer.

Du Zhijie and Du Lao rode their horses side by side, looking very proud. Du Zhijie was all smiles, and from time to time he bowed to the people on the roadside.

General Du smiled and joked, "Son, you look so happy. When you get married, don't forget me, your elder."

Du Zhijie raised his eyebrows slightly, "Father, what are you talking about? I can't express my gratitude to you enough."

As they were talking, the team had already arrived at the gate of the Shen Mansion. However, they saw that the gate was tightly closed. Du Zhijie was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "This Lord Shen is trying this trick on me."

The bridesmaid stepped forward and shouted, "The general's family is here to propose marriage. Open the door quickly!"

There was no movement from inside. Du Zhijie had no choice but to dismount and walk to the door. He said in a loud voice, "Master Hou, my nephew Du Zhijie has come to propose marriage. Please open the door."

However, there was no movement inside at this time.

General Du frowned tightly, his eyes gleaming with anger. "Today is the grand day for the two of us, and how dare this mansion do such an ugly thing?"

"Dad." Du Zhijie stepped forward and whispered soothingly, "We will only look at the Hou Mansion's face today. After we marry Qing'er, we will never look at their face again."

"Don't worry, today is a good day for you, I won't be angry." General Du took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

No matter how angry he was, the most important thing was his beloved son's lifelong affairs.

Seeing that the main door was not open, Du Zhijie did not plan to go through the side door. He wanted to get married in a dignified manner, and he would not let Shen Wanqing suffer any injustice.

Shen Yunlan could ignore his future son-in-law, as they had a grudge against each other, and he could understand that. But there were many people outside watching the fun today, and his future son-in-law would not refuse to open the door.

After a while, Shen Yunlan could only grit his teeth and order his men to open the door and welcome Du Zhijie's betrothal team in.

Shen Yunlan stood at the door with a dark face. Du Zhijie hurriedly saluted: "Master Hou, your humble nephew is here to greet you."

Shen Yunlan snorted, "You little brat, you made such a big noise, deliberately disturbing me."

Du Zhijie smiled apologetically and said, "Master Hou, this is my nephew's wish. I want to marry your daughter in a grand ceremony."

Shen Yunlan rolled his eyes at him and said, "Go in, stop talking nonsense here."

Everyone filed in, carrying the betrothal gifts into the mansion one by one. Shen Yunlan looked at the mountain of betrothal gifts, and his expression softened slightly.

Du Zhijie followed Shen Yunlan to the main hall and bowed again: "Master Hou, my nephew is truly devoted to the young lady. I hope you will grant my wish."

Shen Yunlan sighed: "Forget it, forget it. Since things have come to this, I won't say anything more. I just hope that you can treat my daughter well in the future."

Du Zhijie solemnly promised: "Don't worry, Lord Hou, I will definitely live up to your trust."

At this time, Shen Wanqing was in her boudoir, hearing the commotion outside, feeling both excited and nervous. Her maid Jing'er said, "Miss, the general is truly thoughtful."

Shen Wanqing blushed and said angrily, "You are the only one who talks too much."

Du Zhijie held the letter of appointment in his hand and looked up. Shen Wanqing was standing in the crowd looking at him. Their eyes met and he frowned and smiled.

Today is the day when the General's Mansion is issuing marriage proposals. Even though Su is not feeling well, she still asks Madam Zhu to dress her up and put on rouge to cover up the paleness of her face for such an occasion.

Shen Wanqing was being dragged by Su at this time and could not move forward at all. She could only follow him with her eyes.

Today he was wearing a green robe with red trim, and his hair was tied up in a red gold bun. He looked even more handsome and full of vigor.

Du Zhijie handed the letter of appointment to General Du, signaling the start of the engagement ceremony.

The betrothal gifts had just been read out one by one outside the door. Now seeing the attitude of the girl's elders, if the man read it again, he would feel a little passive.

Even so, Du Zhijie didn't care at all, as long as his girl was happy.

Seeing this, General Du knew that this boy would never marry anyone except the fourth girl in his life. His personality was really like his own.

It was rare to see this brat so devoted to a girl, so General Du naturally agreed. He opened the engagement letter and said, "In advance of the wedding date, the father-in-law has come to meet you. Du Zhijie and your daughter Shen Wanqing are hereby betrothed through the matchmaker... I have brought little Du Zhijie to your house to propose marriage. Your humble father-in-law is the first to greet you."

General Du held the engagement letter in his hand and bowed. When he looked up and saw Shen Yunlan's indifferent face, he couldn't help but curl his lips: "My Lord, please accept the engagement letter. This marriage is destined by heaven. If I can't issue the engagement letter today, I will have to go to the palace to find the emperor. After all, the emperor has issued an edict that the fourth lady is free to marry."

General Du and the Emperor were close friends, and their affection for each other was profound. However, General Du later fell ill and resigned to recuperate in his residence, rarely visiting the palace since then.

Despite this, the emperor often thinks of him every year, which shows that this old general has some weight in the emperor's heart.

Therefore, if he entered the palace and said something this time, the emperor would believe him. Although the emperor could not move at this time, fortunately his mind was clear, and Shen Yunlan would not be in a much better situation by then.