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Even if she lost, she wouldn't lose. Yesterday, she was slapped in the face by Mu Rousang, so no matter what, she had to put up a show as a mother-in-law today.

Seeing Yang Zixuan holding Mu Rousang's hand and walking in, he smiled at Marquis of Loyalty and said, "Master Hou, I feel gratified to see Xuan'er grow up and now that she's married, we'll just have to hug her grandson in the future."

"It's just that Madam Duo is taking care of it. Your husband is very satisfied!" Marquis of Loyalty nodded and stroked his beard. Although the wedding yard was a little off, just as his wife had said, it was still spacious enough to let go of his third daughter-in-law's dowry.

When the spectators heard this, they exchanged greetings. They felt that, not only was the Marquis of Loyalty who had married a good lady from a good clan, he was also a kind person who treated the bastard son well, and was even an example to the capital's wives.

It was clearly an hour of worship between Yang Zixuan and Mu Rousang, yet with just a single word from her, it had scattered the attention of the crowd. After Mu Rousang and Yang Zixuan bowed to each other, she gritted her teeth with her sharp ears, waiting to settle this debt with the old lady in the future.

It was already dark outside, and only the huge candles in the new room were flickering. The golden candlelight and the bright red light intertwined together, making the room seem more red and fiery.

Yang Zixuan nervously rubbed his hands together and took a weighing rod from the wedding granny's hands. Looking carefully, one could see the shaking tail of the weighing scale.

"Groom groom, hurry up and raise your red hair. From now on, husband and wife will coexist for a hundred years, and their hair will be old from then on." The nanny urged him on from the side. One must know that once the blame was raised, she would be able to accept the reward. This kind of praise would then pop out of her mouth at no cost.

Yang Zixuan laughed foolishly and gently lifted the red veil covering her head. Under the red candle, Mu Rousang frowned, her eyes were like autumn water, her lips were like pink cherry lips, and she smiled lightly with her head lowered, looking extremely bashful …

"Sit on the account!" The words of the nanny had awoken all the ladies, girls, boys, and girls in the room.

"Humph!" Yang Juaner would never admit that Mu Rousang was prettier than her.

Su Waner, who was standing beside her, lightly pulled her. With a very gentle smile, she glanced at Yang Zixuan and said: "Little sister, mother said that she will make you a new type of dress tomorrow!"

Seeing that everyone had only turned their heads to look at the newlyweds, Su Waner's heart felt like they were being bitten by millions of ants. She was proud to have married into a noble family and thought that she would be an exceptional person once she married into a noble family, but who would have thought that she would be a trash that could not even reach the top of the wall.

A trace of jealousy flashed deep in Su Waner's eyes. She was jealous that she was born into a family worse than she was, that she could actually marry a husband as she pleased. Back then, she was also a well-known talented girl in the Regional Palace.

No one noticed that there was a woman wearing a soft, willow cloak standing outside the bridal chamber. She had a face full of infatuation as she looked at the warm, jade-like groom. When her gaze landed on the bride sitting beside the bed, her eyes overflowed with hatred and viciousness like surging waves.

Mu Rousang immediately felt a wave of hatred heading towards her, she turned his head and looked, only to see that there were numerous people who were unable to find that person from the crowd of people in the room.

"What is it?" Yang Zixuan was keenly aware of the change in her expression.

"I'm fine!" She smiled sweetly, causing the flowers to pale in comparison.

In just a short span of a few sentences, more than ten girls had already entered with the red gold plate in their hands, followed by a crackling sound. Yang Zixuan turned his body slightly and helped her block most of it, and his heart felt warm, actually finding a person who loves her, is always happier than finding a person she loves …

"It's time to eat dumplings!"

Matriarch He had already brought a bowl of dumplings over and each of them shared a spoon. She smiled and said, "Eat it while it's hot!"

From the time Mu Rousang got on the palanquin until now, she had already been tormented for more than four hours, and her stomach was rumbling with hunger. Looking at the Clear Broth Dumplings, with a thin layer of green onion floating on top, her appetite immediately increased, and she hurriedly scooped a spoonful of soup, before continuing, "Ah, raw!"

Yang Zixuan looked at her dotingly, and pursed his lips into a smile.

"It's born, it's born!"

Matriarch He hurriedly said, "Congratulations to young master and Young Mistress for giving birth to such a good child. Congratulations to the two of you for having so many children!"

When Matriarch Yang saw that his grandson had married someone who had so much money and was at odds with Madam Hou, he was speechless. Thus, with a wave of her hand, the Yang Family's female servants in the capital came to join in the fun.

The room was filled with women, and it was bustling with the cries of the little kids with the Sky Cannon.

After she received the money, she handed it over to Matriarch Xi with an unhappy look. Mu Rousang had already known that Madam Hou would not let her off so easily, she immediately gave Matriarch He a meaningful glance, only to see Chun Yi naughty naughtily touching her, smiling sweetly: "Mom, there are too many people in the courtyard, I don't know what the path outside is, but after a while, I'll send Mom out to save myself from being befuddled."

How could Matriarch He not know what she meant? She hurriedly said a lot of auspicious things before taking advantage of the time when the kids were fighting over the money and leaving the bridal chamber in the spring.

Yang Zixuan sat with her for a while, when he saw that they had called for a banquet, and that there were girls' wives coming to invite their women, Yang Zixuan reluctantly followed them out.

"Young lady, you're exhausted!" Spring Breeze came over with a cup of hot tea.

Mu Rousang drank the tea in one breath, then said: "Bring me another cup, thanks to my Sister-in-law being careful, before I got on the palanquin, you made me eat something, after half a day of this mess, I'm afraid it's over outside."

She picked up a few peanuts and stuffed them into Aunt Liu's hands, saying, "Aunt, I don't know when this feast will break up, but let's eat first. You and Chun Feng will go and eat later, then you can tell Chun Yun and Chun Jing to take turns eating, leaving one person to guard the wedding in the west wing."

The dowry they had brought today was not in the private treasury, but in the west wing. It showed that the owner of the house had married a wife with generous dowry. Therefore, Chun Yan and Chun Jing were always there.

"Miss, you must be hungry. I usually eat dinner at home. How about I go get you something to eat?"

Mu Rousang thought for a bit, then said: "You should go and get me some hot water first so I can change into light and light clothes. I'm afraid this Feng Guan will weigh a few kilograms, and the pressure will make my neck ache."

Chun Feng passed the tea to her and said, "When this lady chose the phoenix crown, she had chosen it because it was hollow. Although it looked exquisite, it didn't cost too much gold. It weighed at least two or three pounds."

Aunt Liu placed her hands on the incense cage to roast it, and then rubbed it for a while. After the spring breeze had helped Mu Rousang remove the phoenix coronet, she said: "Miss, let this servant pinch your neck to make it loose first!"

Mu Rousang stretched and twisted his neck, only hearing a sound of bones cracking in the room, she said: "It's so comfortable, that phoenix coronet really pressed down on my neck until it's stiff."

Aunt Liu hurriedly went over to give her another massage. Chun Feng went out to fetch some water for her. After washing up, he changed into a new set of red clothes.

"Miss, please lean back on this soft pillow for now. I'm afraid Young Master won't be able to get away for another two hours." The spring breeze took a large pillow and placed it by the bed.

"Greetings to Third Young Madam! This servant is Zhui Er, who is standing in front of Eldest Young Lady. I ordered this servant to bring Third Young Madam some food. Zhui Er brought the two little girls inside the box.

"Zhui Er?!" Mu Rousang sized her up, she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing pink clothes, and her appearance could only be considered pretty.

"Place the food on the table of the Eight Immortals!"

Zhui Er quickly agreed and brought the two girls away and set down the food. Only then did Chun Feng look at the rewards and sent a few more people down.

"Big sister Zhui Er, seeing that Third Young Madam doesn't look like an honest person, our Young Mistress will have to be more alert in the future."

When they reached the outer room, a little girl whispered.

The other person also lowered his voice and said: "Big sister Zhui Er, I heard that this Third Young Madam has his own business. I'm afraid that he isn't a very friendly person, he walked out from the wilderness."

"Alright, stop blabbering around in other people's rooms. Carefully, Young Mistress knows that. I'm going to rip out your tendons and shave your flesh."

Zhui Er immediately told the two of them not to say anymore.

At this time, he heard the girl outside saying, "Third Young Master is back!"

"Greetings, third young master!"

Zhui Er immediately brought the two little girls to greet him. She felt her scalp go numb, like two cold swords were lingering by her side, secretly celebrating in her heart, trying to stop the two little girls from chewing.

Yang Zixuan looked at the dishes on the table, walked past the girls, paused for a bit, and said: "Go down!"

He was holding a sandalwood plate that was about a foot long, and on the plate was a piece of object covered by yellow silk. He walked in and said, "My wife, the imperial edict has been passed down!"

"Imperial decree?!"

Hearing Mu Rousang's soft words, Zhui Er's curiosity was piqued as well. She slowed down her footsteps and stood behind the curtain, eavesdropping.

Mu Rousang hurriedly swallowed the vegetables in her mouth. Spring Breeze carried another cup of tea and told the little girl who was acting as her assistant to hold the spittoon with it.

Yang Zixuan immediately waved his hand and said, "No need, listen to me while you eat. It's cold outside and the food is very cold."

This was the first time Mu Rousang realized that these two little guesses were actually very good. At least she didn't have to listen to him hungry.

Yang Zixuan walked in front of her and sat next to her, one big hand quietly reaching out from under the table and pinching her smooth little hands, seeing that Mu Rousang's ears were starting to turn red, he then placed the other hand on the table and said: "Please bestow it upon me a paper early on, previously when we were drinking in the front yard, Your Majesty made a clear decree to confer it upon his, he is a seventh grade talented person."