Princess Chongyang naturally understood; whether it was one hundred and sixty-four sedan chairs of dowry or two hundred and eight, it would not move her, because it was rely for show to others. As for herself, how much could one person eat or wear?
But others were different, only full of envy, jealousy, and hatred, much like her sisters from the sa clan, whose sour words never ceased, and whose greedy, naked eyes made one disgusted.
Princess Chongyang thought, if it could be exchanged, they would all surely pull her down and take her place to marry instead.
If it could be exchanged, that would be great, she would be willing to trade all these things to gain the freedom to roam the world.
Wan Chun, however, was all smiles as she took the Buddhist scriptures from Princess Chongyang’s hands, teasingly saying, "Princess, today is your big day, why are you still reading this?"
"Reading this is good, it calms the mind."
Wan Chun saw that her expression was not of bashful joy, but rather like a puppet doll left to others’ whims, and felt a pang in her heart, forcing a cheerful tone, "Princess, do you think Miss Xia Wu and the others are speaking unpleasantly? Hmph, don’t take it to heart, they are just jealous of you, let them sour themselves!"
Princess Chongyang smiled faintly, "I haven’t taken it to heart."
"Who would have thought the Emperor would hold you in such high regard, Princess? I specifically went to the front to have a look, there are eight manors accompanying the dowry alone, ten shops, a thousand acres of fertile land, and countless exquisite ornants and jewelry," Wan Chun said with a smile, "Princess, I heard that previously, during the grand marriages of Prince Wu and them, those Princesses’ dowries were nowhere near yours."
"Yes, this is all the benevolence of the Heavenly Family." Princess Chongyang tugged at the corner of her mouth but said nothing thankful, as if the things Wan Chun spoke of were not hers at all.
Wan Chun sighed, "Princess, I wish to speak a word."
Princess Chongyang looked over, her eyes carrying doubt.
"Princess, a person only has a few decades in life; happiness and joy are a day, and sadness and depression are also a day, why not live happily? In the past, you lived under the roof of others, but now that you are marrying, there’s no need to look at others’ faces anymore. Live freely and happily, who would dare disrespect you?"
Princess Chongyang was taken aback.
"Princess, I know there is bitterness in your heart, but you’ve been bitter for over twenty years. From now on, live a different kind of life." Wan Chun said softly, biting her lip, "If it were , even if I had only one day to live, knowing I would die tomorrow, I would still want to die with a happy smile, because it’s too stifling."
Princess Chongyang’s eyes reddened, and she held Wan Chun’s hand and said, "Wan Chun, it must be hard on you, being with ."
Wan Chun took the opportunity to kneel down beside her, leaning on her feet, and looked up, "I am not suffering. I am all alone, always serving you, Princess. In my heart, you are like the heavens, you are my family, and I wish for your happiness."
Princess Chongyang’s tears fell: "I feel the sa."
What did it matter that she ca from the royal family or bore the surna Xia? She lived under the watchful eyes of others, with no one to confide in, except for this loyal maid.
They were the sa, having only each other.
For this reason, she was so selfish, not daring to let this maid marry, fearing that if she let her go, there would be no one left even to speak to from now on.
"Wan Chun, when we reach the Prince Mansion, I will find you a husband."
Wan Chun’s face turned slightly pale, shaking her head, as she embraced her leg, "I will not marry. I want to serve you, Princess, for a lifeti. I only ask that you do not abandon ."
If she were to marry, the Princess would suffer even more, and she couldn’t bear it!
Just as Princess Chongyang was about to speak, the joyful wedding servant called from outside the curtain, "Prince Min has co to escort the bride."
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