Chapter 570 She Was No Less Than the Emperor

Hong Yanran's eyes were red, "All these glory should be mine. I am the legitimate daughter of the Hong Family. She, Su Mianyue, is just a broken shoe worn by others. What right does she have to be treated like this?"

"Just because she has the heart of an emperor, just because she has a mother and a son, and because of her dowry today, which is unprecedented and unprecedented, her position as Su Mianyue cannot be shaken by any woman. Besides, she was also the chief disciple of the Purple Mist Mountain, and even if some people were jealous and jealous, they would not dare to make enemies with her, including our Purple Mist Mountain. Hong Xiangmou opened his mouth with a faint expression. His eyes fell on the dowry that had been lifted countless times below, and there was a sense of helplessness in his eyes.

In the prosperous times, the country was ruled by literature, while in the troubled times, it was ruled by martial arts. However, no matter which era it was, it could not be supported by such common things as gold and silver. Especially in the troubled times, it required a large amount of money to fill the national treasury.

Ji Xun's love for Su Mianyue, whether true or false, as an emperor, would never miss such a woman. At least if it were him, he would have used all his heart to marry this woman.

"Big brother is from the Hong Family. How can he smell like copper?" Hong Yanran said unhappily, refusing to admit that although she was not a money-loving person, she would be tempted to see so many dowries.

"Hong Family people also need to maintain their livelihood, and the people of the Hong Family can't avoid eating grains." Hong xiangyan, who was walking from outside, overheard Hong Yanran's words. Ignoring her resentful gaze, he looked at hong xiangyan and said, "Big brother, this Su Mianyue is really not an ordinary woman. What we see here is the dowry that she wants to bring into the palace into the private treasury. The dowry on the other side of the road is the dowry that can truly reflect her value."

"Oh?" Hong Xiangmou raised his eyebrows. Even Hong Yanran was waiting for him to continue.

Hong xiangyan helplessly spread his hands and smiled, "After today, the Yan Country treasury will no longer be empty. Gold and silver will be carried to the treasury by the chest. The grain will be pulled by the car. I heard that there are two iron ore deeds. I don't know how this Su Mianyue raised so many things in this year, and no one in the capital has noticed it."

"Haha, he is really a wonderful person. This kind of dowry is hard to come by for thousands of years. Yan Country people are blessed." Hong Xiangmou's eyes lit up, and even if the Hong Family did not step up, they still cared about the world, especially the Yan Country, which was their own country, and they paid more attention to it. "Little sister, do you know where you lost?"

"I'm not as rich as her, I'm not as rich as her, I'm not as scheming as her." Hong Yanran still refused.

"It seems that little sister is still not mistaken. No wonder you can't fall into the eyes of the emperor." Hong Xiangmou shook his head in disappointment, glanced down at the street, and whispered, "This Miss Su is very capable. Even men like me, who know that the country is in trouble, can't be so realistic. At most, they offer good ideas or join the army to defend the country, but they all ignore the importance of the reserve army. Her actions will not only win the hearts of the army, but also the hearts of the people. Even those civil servants who disapprove of her as their queen are speechless. The history books will definitely give her the same evaluation as the emperor."

"Big brother knows to put in a good word for her. Could the Yan Country lose their country without Su Mianyue?" Hong Yanran sounded a little excited and disdainful.

"Presumptuous!" Hong Xiangmou's face turned cold. Even in the territory of the Hong Family, such words could not be easily said, not to mention in the restaurant in Imperial Capital.

Seeing that hong Yanran was trembling with fear, Hong Xiangmou said, "The Yan Country doesn't have a Su Mianyue who can't be predicted whether he will die or not, but without this Su Mianyue, there will be constant internal and external troubles, and no one will be able to repair his vitality within a hundred years. As a child of the Hong Family, your heart is too narrow-minded and your vision is too narrow-minded to disappoint your brother. When you go back this time, you will stay with your brother and be taught by your grandfather."

Hong Yanran had the heart to resist, but he also knew that apart from his grandfather Hong Zhengsheng, the Hong Family was the eldest brother who had the most say. His words could not be refuted by his peers, but the grievance in his heart was even more, but the hatred towards Su Mianyue was not so strong.

In the restaurant opposite, the sickly looking Wanyan Lin struggled to hold the windowsill and stood looking out at the Phoenix Sedan Chair, which had long disappeared. The emotions in his eyes were so complicated that he couldn't even explain himself.

Once upon a time, the bride of today was devoted to him. Once upon a time, he thought he could spend the rest of his life with her.

But since when have they been irreparable?

Wanyan Lin did not take a second look at the dowry that was so envious of others. In his eyes, there was nothing more important than su mianyue. Unfortunately, the people who had her now could not get her heart.

"Cough." Wanyan Lin coughed heavily and a bright red trickled down the corner of his mouth. The guard beside him quickly handed him a clean handkerchief.

After wiping away the blood, yan lin closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, then opened them with only a grim look. She asked coldly, "Are you ready for your arrangements?"

"Please rest assured, master. It has been arranged." The guard replied in a low voice. This was Zhong Ke, the leader of the dark guards. Ever since Wanyan Lin's health had not improved, he had been following Wanyan Lin to protect him.

"Don't let me down again this time. You should know the consequences of failure." Wanyan Lin's voice was low, and the cold air on his body was even more intense. However, due to his weakness, he spoke with less authority.

Zhong Ke quickly knelt down on one knee and said, "Please rest assured, master. Your subordinates will do their best."

Wanyan Lin grunted, glanced at the dowry for the first time, then turned around and went to the inner room to rest.

The time he spent standing on a stick of incense was the limit of his body. It was all thanks to Su Mianyue, so whether Su Mianyue loved him or hated him, there was no end between them.

Su Mianyue did not know that she had always been remembered. At this moment, she had already arrived in Pepper House and was waiting for the auspicious moment to come when she went to attend the queen of the book ceremony.

Ji Xun was not here to accompany him. As an emperor, he was busier than Su Mianyue on such a grand day, and the government could not be delayed.

"My disciple of yun zhihua is indeed different. Mianyue, your big wedding today will surely be a good story." Before the chinese arrived, their tone was filled with pride.

"Master." Su Mianyue's eyes lit up and he wanted to stand up, but Biwu helped him sit down.

"The head of the household is here to attend my sister's wedding. There is no need to pay attention to those vulgar rites. It is better for my sister to wear such a heavy dress and not move so much, lest she has to come back later. Time does not wait for anyone." Biwu said helplessly. He didn't understand why the empress liked to torment herself like this. Did the luxury of her clothes have anything to do with how many layers?

Su Mianyue's forehead was streaked with black lines. Could she say that she was the one who hated the fussiness of the phoenix robe the most?

From her ugly days till now, she was even more tired than being punished by the great master to practice martial arts. Now, her body was falling apart. I really doubt how those empresses who could not do martial arts survived. No wonder she seldom wore formal clothes every time she saw Yinn Yue.

"It's still Biwu who understands me. People don't care about trifles. Mianyue, you've come back to life. Don't lose my Purple Mist Mountain image in the future." Yun Zhihua strode into the house, still in high spirits at the age of ten, looking much better than when he first met a few years ago.