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

Fu Feng dared not look directly into the ruthlessness in He Zhizhang's eyes; she was only burning with desire in his eyes.

If she cannot become the young master's woman tonight, she will never have another chance.

Thinking of this, Fufeng decisively put on her wedding dress and went along with He Zhizhang.

He Zhizhang pulled her into his arms, rested his nose on her fragrant shoulder, and inhaled deeply.

He was probably really drunk, and he felt a bit hot all over.

He Zhizhang pulled the man directly onto the bed. When he was gentle, he was like a gentleman; when he was rough, he was like a demon...

……

Yuan Tiaotiao in Mixiang Garden also went to bed early. In her heart, she thought that He Zhizhang must be heartbroken because Hua Sirong was getting married today, so it was perfectly normal for him not to return to the backyard.

As for the painting, she was always paying attention to He Zhizhang and Yuan Shi.

But Yuan's decisive and ruthless treatment of Xiaoya today has indeed made her behave for the time being.

Besides, she had already done what she could.

What happens after that is up to fate.

Looking out the window, she saw that the lights in the main house had been blown out, and thought to herself, "I hope Fufeng is a good boy."

It wasn't for nothing that she risked her life to deliver the message to her and Xiaoya...

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Furthermore, after Xin Yucheng brought his bride home, before they could even hold a wedding ceremony, his mother pulled him aside for questioning.

"Which one are you marrying?" Mother Xin's face showed both excitement and trepidation, making her look like a comical old tree bark.

Xin Yucheng whispered in her ear, "It's the second young lady of the Marquis's mansion."

For a moment, Xin's mother didn't know what expression to make, and seemed to have a hint of regret, but the matchmaker urged the two main characters that the wedding ceremony was about to begin.

Mother Xin wanted to ask a few more questions, but with relatives and friends crowded in the cramped courtyard, she couldn't move around much and had to give up for the time being.

When Xin Yucheng and He Zhihuan were getting married, Xin's mother sat in the main seat of the hall, but her eyes involuntarily fell on the trunks and chests in the courtyard.

Her eyes gleamed with a sharp light, occasionally tinged with a hint of disappointment and resentment. When she faced the kneeling bride He Zhihuan, her usual eager enthusiasm was gone.

He Zhihuan couldn't quite sense it through the red veil.

Xin Yucheng, being close to his mother, gestured with his eyes for her not to go too far.

Some neighbors and relatives were jealous that the Xin family had married a daughter of a marquis, so they couldn't stand Xin's mother's behavior and exposed her past.

"Oh, Sister-in-law Xin, today is your eldest son's big day. You look like someone owes you five hundred taels of silver. Are you not satisfied with the new bride the Marquis's family brought in?"

He Zhihuan was at a loss, wondering whether she should lift the veil.

Mother Xin then spat back, "What's this about being satisfied or not? If your son is capable, he should also find you a daughter-in-law from a noble family to serve you."

Go, go, go to the neighbor's courtyard for the feast. The ceremony is over, so stop being such a gossipy woman and spreading rumors here..."

She was still waiting to take stock of the dowry her daughter-in-law had brought.

He Zhihuan was then led to the bridal chamber, but the courtyard was small, and everything said outside could be heard clearly inside the bridal chamber.

He Zhihuan originally wanted to wait for Xin Yucheng to comfort and explain, but Xin's mother dealt with the troublemaking neighbors with a few words and sent all the onlookers in the yard to the next yard for a meal.

In just a short while, apart from family members, there was no one else in the Xin family's courtyard.

Mother Xin closed the courtyard gate behind her and turned back to urge Xin Yucheng, who was in the bridal chamber, several times.

"In broad daylight, do you expect us to consummate our marriage? You call yourself a scholar, don't you even understand this basic principle?"

"There's a whole mess to deal with in the yard. Aren't you going to come out and lend a hand? Are you going to stay inside and act like a sheltered young lady who never leaves the house?"

Xin Yucheng, still concerned about his reputation, gave He Zhihuan a few words of advice and then left the room.

When Xin's mother saw her own son, she immediately changed her tune and pulled him along to look at the dowry He Zhihuan had brought.

As she looked through the boxes, Xin's mother was initially excited and proud, but after examining all the dowry items, her face fell.

If it weren't for the relatives and friends having a feast in the neighboring courtyard, her voice could be heard from two miles away.

But that didn't stop her from complaining to her own son, "Pah, as expected of a lowly person's son, look at this dowry, it's not even enough to fill the chests, yet it's considered a whole machine."

It's a shame it's a wealthy family marrying off their daughter; it's just a status symbol.

After saying that, he pulled Xin Yucheng aside and asked, "Last night, didn't I tell you that if that cousin's dowry looked more generous, you should take the opportunity to marry her?"

Although Xin Yucheng was ashamed that his own mother had taken over his daughter-in-law's dowry, he felt ashamed and embarrassed when he saw the dowry that looked impressive on the outside but was actually worthless.

Xin's mother, who had been observing her son's expression, hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Has something happened?"

However, both of them are wearing the same wedding dress. If you create some chaos, you can take the opportunity to take Miss Biao away.

Even if they later discovered the mistake, the wedding ceremony had already taken place, and the deed was done. For the sake of face, the Marquis's family had no choice but to accept the misunderstanding.

Thinking back to the scene of their wedding, Xin Yucheng shook his head and said, "The two of them wore different wedding dresses, and the young lady had a nanny following her around the whole time, so I really didn't have a chance to make a move."

When Xin's mother heard that the wedding dresses were different, she was shocked. "How could the wedding dresses of the two brides be different?"

I spent a lot of money to find out the style of that cousin's wedding dress before sending her the exact same dress that was in the room.

He repeatedly told her to wear the dress our family gave her; the one she wore during the engagement ceremony, even with gold and jade embellishments, was not to be worn.

Of course, they are not exactly the same; the styles are the same, but the materials are slightly different.

Mother Xin's idea was good. If her son suddenly decided to marry Miss He, then He Zhihuan would be an outsider, and the wedding dress given to her would naturally not be too nice.

As for the biological son, if he marries He Zhihuan according to the marriage agreement, then the wedding dress can be cheaper.

Unlike the Marquis's family, the Xin family doesn't have endless money and wealth. He Zhihuan is going to come into their family as a daughter-in-law. Does she really want to live the life of extravagance she had in the Marquis's family?

Bah, she doesn't even deserve it!

Even though the wedding dress wasn't as good as Hua Sirong's original one, it still cost a lot of money for Xin's mother.

She beat her chest and stamped her feet, "You should know that the wedding dress was not cheap, but it was never used. It was such a waste of all my money."

"If we had known, we should have told her to prepare her own wedding dress. Why should our family have wasted that money?"

At first, He Zhihuan sat obediently on the edge of the bed, but when her mother-in-law's harsh words occasionally drifted into the room, she could no longer sit still.

She lifted her veil herself first, quietly moved to the window, and immediately saw that all her dowry had been confiscated. Anger surged in her heart, and her face turned red with embarrassment.