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At this time, the Duke of Wen's mansion was already in complete chaos.

Madam Wen looked at the piles of objects in front of her, and the coldness in her eyes was impossible to suppress.

—This is all for Wen Shuyao's dowry.

Because Wen Shuyao was the eldest daughter in her family and the man she was marrying was of noble status, the dowry naturally went to her first.

To save face, Duke Wen wanted to increase Wen Shuyao's dowry as much as possible, and he was unwilling to lose face.

However, for Madam Wen, every additional dowry she adds to Wen Shuyao's dowry is like tearing a piece of her heart out, as it's all money she saved up for Wen Yitong.

"enough."

Madam Wen could no longer maintain her fake smile. Her gaze fell on the sets of tables and chairs, wishing she could hide them all.

These sets of tables and chairs are all made of Phoebe zhennan wood, which has been passed down from generation to generation in the Wenguogong Mansion.

Even the Duke of Wen kept these pieces of furniture on display most of the time, only showing them to friends when they came to visit.

But today, they all have to be given to Wen Shuyao as part of her dowry.

This made Madam Wen extremely jealous.

But at this crucial moment, Wen Yitong had to create a huge commotion for her.

“You’re not even married yet, and you’ve already made such a scene with Chen Che. If you were to marry him, I’m afraid he would…” Madam Wen scolded Wen Yitong while watching the dowry the steward was giving to Wen Shuyao.

Wen Yitong thought she had found a good way to deal with the mistress, but as soon as she returned, she was scolded by Madam Wen. Her expression twisted and she said with dissatisfaction, "Mother, you say that again. Do you expect me to just watch that mistress give birth to the child?"

“I’m not even married yet, and Chen Che already has a son born out of wedlock. If word gets out, won’t people laugh at us?” Wen Yitong said indignantly.

Upon hearing this, Madam Wen sneered a few times: "You are now the laughing stock of the entire capital."

Wen Yitong's eyes widened, but she heard Madam Wen say coldly, "You gave up a good husband like Prince Jing and instead chose this one. Ever since that day at Jinhua Temple, the news has spread, and every lady and noblewoman in every household has been laughing at you."

"Although there are many rumors about Prince Jing, what is his status? And what is Chen Che's status? Who would have thought that you would give up the position of Princess Jing to become the wife of a mere scholar?"

“These things should have been part of your dowry.” Madam Wen pointed to the rare treasures scattered all over the floor and said, word by word, “These are all things I have carefully selected over the years, and they are worthy of your status as Princess Jing.”

"But now..." Madam Wen gave a self-deprecating smile, "Even if I had a way to intercept them for you, it would be overstepping the bounds for someone of your status as the wife of a scholar!"

"Therefore, these things can only benefit Wen Shuyao."

Madam Wen's words, word by word, reached Wen Yitong's ears.

Only then did Wen Yitong have the mind to look up at the dowry prepared for Wen Shuyao.

Many of these things were things that Wen Yitong had seen before.

In her dream, Mrs. Wen smiled and told her that her daughter deserved the best things in the world.

Her elaborate dowry, stretching for miles, was the envy of all the noblewomen in the capital. Although it could not surpass the prestige of a princess, its value far exceeded that of some princesses' dowries.

Now, all these things are warm and comfortable.

Wen Yitong unconsciously clenched her hands, her eyes gradually turning red.