The cousin's family is extremely wealthy; she deserves to be a concubine.

Seeing that they weren't putting much effort into their needlework, Granny Yan glanced over them expressionlessly, secretly making a plan in her mind.

That evening, she found Hua Sirong and asked, "Xiaoya and Fufeng, what are your plans, young lady?"

Hua Sirong frowned slightly. "Their indentures aren't in my possession. I suppose my aunt only assigned two people to serve her; she didn't mean to give them to me?"

"What if the Marquis's wife takes them both away when the young lady gets married?" Granny Yan said helplessly.

They took him away, but never mentioned the indenture.

Hua Sirong sighed, "My aunt has taken care of things for the Second Miss."

When I leave the manor on the first day of the second lunar month, I plan to prepare a thank-you gift for my aunt, and at that time I will also mention the matter of Xiaoya and Fufeng's future.

As for the thank-you gift, it was nothing more than silver.

Granny Yan understood immediately, "That's not a bad idea either."

Hua Sirong looked at Granny Yan and asked in return, "But Granny, are you really going to come with me to the Jiang family?"

The Jiang family is not as wealthy as the Marquis's family, so please don't look down on them in the future.

Granny Yan smiled, a rare occurrence. "I've seen the most magnificent sights in the world while I'm in the palace. How could I be easily blinded by the wealth of the Marquis's mansion?"

"At this crucial moment, I just hope you won't leave this old woman behind at the Marquis's mansion."

Even if I went to the Jiang family with the girl and did chores every day, this old servant would be willing.

Seeing that what Granny Yan said was true, Hua Sirong unconsciously smiled even more sincerely.

"Then, nanny, quietly pack some personal belongings and on the wedding day, secretly put them into my trunk and carry them to the Jiang family together."

"Yes," Granny Yan replied happily.

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In the Second Prince's residence, Pei Enhan was flipping through the secret reports handed to him by his spies when he suddenly saw something that made his eyes widen.

"Is this a message from a spy from the Marquis of Muqing's residence?"

The confidant nodded.

Is the information accurate?

The confidant nodded again. Any problematic intelligence would either not reach the master, or its accuracy would be specifically noted.

Pei Enhan handed the secret report to his confidant for review. The confidant quickly glanced at it, his eyes lingering on a line of text on the paper. "Your Highness, this... this intelligence should be without any problems."

Pei Enhan had regained his composure by now. "The biggest problem is that the intelligence is not the issue."

"Tell me, how old is the seventh daughter of the Marquis of Muqing's mansion this year?"

Because of the previous incident involving the rare book, his confidant had done a lot of research on the Muqing Marquis's mansion, and he actually knew the answer to this question: "About thirteen or fourteen years old."

Pei Enhan's eyes held a hint of aggression. "But this secret report clearly states that when the Marquis questioned the Seventh Miss, she said, 'You haven't even become the Second Prince's consort yet...'"

That's ridiculous. In this world, who else could the Second Prince be besides me?

“I have married both my principal wife and concubines. How could a mere young girl become my second prince’s wife?”

That's absolutely ridiculous!

The confidant wholeheartedly agreed, "Could it be that our spies misheard?"

Pei Enhan frowned. "It's not impossible."

Our most urgent task is to find a way to obtain more useful information from the Marquis's residence.

"Originally, we were monitoring the Marquis's residence to find out more about the rare book. We really didn't expect to have such a pleasant surprise."

"I think this Seventh Miss is a good breakthrough point. Young girls can't always keep things to themselves, and it's easy for people to find fault with them."

The trusted confidant accepted the order and added, "That lad Jiang Huaiji is getting married in a few days."

His wife is a cousin of the seventh daughter of the Marquis's family. If Your Highness really wants to get any information, it will be very easy for you.”

Pei Enhan stared intently at his trusted confidant with his almond-shaped eyes.

The confidant quickly bowed his head, "Your subordinate has overstepped his bounds."

However, what Pei Enhan was thinking remains unknown.

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Time flies, and before we knew it, it was the day before Hua Sirong's wedding.

Suddenly, Madam Wang asked, "Young lady, why is there a hole in your wedding dress?"

The girl is about to get married; this is such a bad omen.

Wang's mother felt a throbbing sensation in her forehead.

Hua Sirong, who was initially a little nervous, calmed down after seeing the deliberately damaged wedding dress.

"It's alright, Mom, you can pretend to sew under the eaves for now."

Mother Wang understood immediately, brought out her sewing basket, and while muttering curses under the eaves, she haphazardly patched the fabric.

Around noon, He Zhihuan, who was also about to become a bride, suddenly visited Qingwu Courtyard.

The maid accompanying them was also carrying a bundle.

Hua Sirong quietly invited the person into the house.

He Zhihuan stood motionless in the courtyard. "We're getting married together tomorrow, and I just wanted to come and talk to my cousin."

"By the way, I overheard that there seems to be a problem with my cousin's wedding dress?"

She saw the wedding dress that Wang's mother was mending and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh dear, we only get married once in a lifetime."

How could my cousin wear such a tattered wedding dress?

"When I heard about this, I thought it was just someone making things up, but I never expected it to be true."

"In that case, my trip today wasn't in vain. Cousin, you don't know, but I have an extra wedding dress, so I brought it over to you."

After saying that, he instructed the maid to open the bundle for Hua Sirong to see.

Hua Sirong was surprised, "Extra?"

"Cousin Huan, did you perhaps give me your wedding dress?"

He Zhihuan seemed embarrassed, "It's not mine, and I can't say that. Actually, I just got an extra wedding dress."

Around this time last year, I was eagerly anticipating giving my wedding dress to Meng Silang, and I started embroidering it well in advance.

"But who knew that the person who was chosen would be replaced later, so the wedding dress that had been embroidered earlier could no longer be used."

My wedding was arranged so hastily, and my husband, Xin Langjun, feared I wouldn't have time to embroider my wedding dress, so he specially prepared a new one for me. I couldn't bear to refuse him."

"Although the new wedding dress is not as good as the one I have, it is the thought that counts."

I thought this wedding dress would just sit at the bottom of a trunk and get moldy, but it's come in handy today.

"I just hope that my cousin won't dislike it because of its bad meaning."

Hua Sirong accepted it with gratitude, "Cousin Huan, what are you saying? I am already extremely grateful for your timely help, how could I dare to complain?"

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, He Zhihuan happily prepared to take her leave. "I'm glad you don't mind, cousin. I'll head back now. I know you'll be very busy here today, so I won't bother you any longer."

Hua Sirong saw He Zhihuan off at the door. Before parting, she took a box from Chunyan's hand and said, "This is a dowry for you. There are many things to do in the courtyard, so I won't make a special trip to your place."

Please forgive me.

He Zhihuan was overjoyed and happily accepted it, saying, "Thank you, cousin. We should keep in touch after we get married."

Hua Sirong agreed and watched He Zhihuan and her servant leave.

Mother Wang put down the wedding dress in her hand, took the one that He Zhihuan had just given her from Hua Sirong, unfolded it, and held it up to Chunyan standing next to her.

She commented aptly, "This wedding dress was indeed made with great care."

Chunyan jumped back abruptly, "Mom, the bride is a girl, why are you gesturing in front of me?"