The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

When the two wedding processions met, everyone stopped so they could avoid each other.

Upon hearing Eunuch Wang's voice, everyone knelt down, heads slightly bowed, not daring to look him in the eye.

Eunuch Wang continued, "My lord, His Majesty specifically instructed that since you are the bride today, you do not need to get out of the sedan chair."

After he finished giving his instructions, he began reading the imperial edict.

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: The Marquis of Protector of the Nation is loyal to the Emperor and loves the country. She has devoted herself to the Great Zhou Dynasty. She is a meritorious official of the Great Zhou Dynasty and also my daughter. Youfeng, you are getting married today. I have nothing to give you but a dowry. Congratulations on your marriage. May your days be peaceful, joyful and sweet."

The eunuch closed the imperial edict, waved his hand behind him, and ordered, "Bring it up!"

As his voice fell, dozens of palace servants carried the dowry from front to back, standing behind Song Siyao's dowry procession.

The dowry, carried in basket after basket, was filled with gleaming gold and silver, rare treasures, and silks, dazzling everyone's eyes.

As Jiang Yu watched the palace servants walk past her bridal sedan chair and saw the dowry they were carrying, her eyes welled up with tears.

It is true that she received a dowry from the Empress Dowager, but the quantity was far less than that given to Song Siyao by Emperor Changlong, and the quality was even worse.

Moreover, Emperor Changlong even wrote an imperial edict, which was to announce to the world his favor towards Song Siyao.

This honor alone surpasses that of any woman in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, let alone Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms, her eyes filled with hatred that seemed to bleed.

Song Siyao, oh Song Siyao, the glory I longed for is something you can easily obtain without doing anything!

Why? ! !

She was unaware of the dangers Song Siyao faced while treating the plague, nor did she understand the near-death experiences Song Siyao endured on the battlefield, let alone the difficulties Song Siyao faced when she used herself to orchestrate the elimination of evil.

She only saw Song Siyao's glory and was jealous of Song Siyao's honor, never caring about how much Song Siyao had sacrificed.

When all the palace servants lined up behind Song Siyao's dowry procession, Jiang Yu's palms were bleeding from being dug out.

She looked up and saw that the line behind Song Siyao was so long that she couldn't see the end of it.

Just then, another sound came from ahead.

"The Wujiang Ferry adds to the lord's bridal attire!"

"Yu Lou Jun is adding to the Marquis's makeup!"

"Maple leaves adorn the Marquis's attire on the edge of the clouds!"

……

The sounds rose and fell, lasting for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a row of shop owners standing in front of them. They were all owners of well-known shops in Beijing, and their shops covered various industries.

There were restaurants, inns, tea houses, cosmetics shops, clothing stores, calligraphy and painting shops, and shops selling the Four Treasures of the Study...

They gazed respectfully at Song Siyao's bridal sedan chair.

Behind them stood dozens of people, all of whom were carrying the dowry.

"You merchants are truly shameless! To curry favor with the Marquis of Protectorate, you actually resort to such a thing as adding a dowry. Don't you know that only those close to the Marquis of Protectorate are allowed to do this?"

Shen Xuan had a cold face; he was in a very bad mood.

He was overshadowed by Song Siyao and Shen Pei today.

“Prince Li, the Marquis is our boss. The businesses behind us all belong to the Marquis. Do you think it’s appropriate for us to add to the dowry?”

Lin Ji, who had a bad temper, retorted by asking Shen Xuan a question.

Shen Xuan, of course, didn't believe it. "So many properties belong to the Marquis of Protectorate? How is that possible?"

"Your Highness, if you don't believe me, you can check the tax records in the capital. You can see how much tax my Marquis pays every year. Moreover, whenever the Great Zhou encounters difficulties, my Marquis always uses his own money to provide disaster relief."

Lin Ji looked smug and extremely proud.

"Lin Ji!" Song Siyao's voice came from inside the bridal sedan chair.

"Yes, Lord Marquis." Lin Ji looked at Shen Xuan. "Your Highness, when you have time another day, please come to our Wujiang Ferry. I will tell you about all the good deeds my Lord Marquis has done without leaving his name."

Shen Xuan was so angry that his face turned ashen. Before he could even speak, he saw someone else coming over.

"The eldest disciple, Wen Yu, pays respects to his master."

"Second disciple Ye Wenshu greets Master."

"Third disciple Yan Wei greets Master."

"Fourth disciple Feng Bai greets Master."

"Fifth disciple Mo Chu greets Master."

"Sixth disciple Luo Qing greets Master."

"Seventh disciple Yuan Li greets Master."

The seven people stood in a row, with a mountain of gifts piled up behind them.

Compared to the fame of the seven people, the rare treasures behind them were simply insignificant.

After the seven voices faded, all was quiet.

Many of these people have only heard of their names and know their fame, but have never seen them in person.

Seeing them in person now, everyone could hardly believe their eyes; it was as if they were dreaming.

What's most terrifying is that these famous figures from the Great Zhou Dynasty were all disciples of Song Siyao.

The fact that they were willing to condescend to become Song Siyao's disciples shows just how powerful Song Siyao is.

"Get up, everyone." Song Siyao's voice was full of joy.

"Thank you, Master. Congratulations on your marriage to His Highness the Crown Prince. May you grow old together in happiness," the seven said in unison.

Shen Pei looked at them and said, "You follow behind and go to the Crown Prince's residence."

"Yes, Your Highness," Wen Yu replied.

The seven of them walked in front, followed by those carrying the gifts, making a grand procession as they went.

Looking at Song Siyao's seven disciples, Jiang Yu felt as if a thousand arrows were piercing her heart.

If it weren't for her status as the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister, she wouldn't be able to match the fame of any of these seven people.

No wonder Yan Wei kept helping Song Siyao at the academy; it turns out he was Song Siyao's apprentice.

Yan Wei is the most noble young master in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the dream lover of countless women in the capital.

Today, she originally only wanted to compete with Song Siyao in terms of dowry, but she didn't expect to shoot herself in the foot, losing face instead of gaining a chicken.

From now on, wherever she and Song Siyao appear together, people will make fun of her about what happened today, and she will never be able to hold her head up high again.

Just then, the chatter of the surrounding people reached her ears.

"The Prime Minister's eldest daughter and the first female Marquis of the Great Zhou got married on the same day. It was such a spectacular scene. I was fortunate enough to witness it with my own eyes. I will tell my grandchildren about it when I get old."

"You don't know yet, do you? The two families have the same wedding date, but the date for the Prime Minister's wedding was chosen by Miss Jiang herself."

"Why did Miss Jiang choose to have her wedding date on the same day as the Marquis of Huguo's wedding?"

"I heard the two are at odds. Miss Jiang probably wants to compete with the Marquis of Protectorate."

"She really overestimated herself, and now she's embarrassed herself."

……

Hearing these words, Jiang Yu was filled with humiliation and anger. She coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted in the bridal sedan chair.

"Miss!" the maid shouted.

However, at this moment, the sound of gongs and drums from both families rang out, drowning out the maid's voice, and no one heard it.

The two wedding processions met, then separated, heading towards different mansions and different fates.

Prince's Mansion.