Three days passed by in a flash, and finally it was the day of great joy for the Duke of Dingguo.
"Master Chen, Minister of Rites, is here!"
"Master Sun, the Minister of Household Affairs, is here!"
"Marquis Rongyang has arrived!"
"..."
The person in charge of singing the ceremony was Tang Yuan, the chief steward of the Duke's Mansion. He looked older than Wen Daoyuan. No matter who came, he could accurately identify the person before getting off the carriage.
Singing rituals are also particular. The higher the status, the louder the voice.
The gift money is registered and collected by the outside steward and a group of servants.
Because most of the guests at this banquet were high-ranking officials, in order to avoid suspicion, no gifts, no matter how big or small, were given.
The Duke's Mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, looking very happy and lively.
Of course, it just seems.
"It turned out to be a bride-in-law..."
Sitting in the second west room of the opposite room, Shen Xian'er retracted his head from the window and kicked the water tank next to him angrily, "No wonder he idles around all day and doesn't do any work. I really misjudged him."
That day, when she hid in her room and watched Su Ping beat someone, she knew that Su Ping was engaged to her cousin. But it was not until today, when the house was a lot more lively, that she learned about Su Ping's marriage from other people's gossip.
Then she regarded Su Ping as a freeloader.
"Hmph...nothing to show for it."
Shen Xianer cursed bitterly.
If she gets married normally, she doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.
After all, Su Ping doesn't look like a good person, and his cousin is a perfect match for him.
But if you marry into your family, it’s a bit too much.
To whom is it not considered as a bride-in-law?
Shen Xian'er was indignant and couldn't help turning her head to look at the corner.
There was a straw mat with only a small section left.
Next to the straw mat is a pair of sturdy straw sandals that are a little too large.
It's not like I can't support him...
The singing ceremony continues.
As the only direct male member of the Shen family in the house, Shen Yushu inevitably shouldered the responsibility of reception.
It is Shen Yushu's job to introduce each guest to the corresponding seat while greeting them.
The guests present included the six ministers of the current dynasty, cabinet ministers, and princes and princes.
But the table on the right at the very beginning was always empty.
Shen Yushu didn't lead anyone over, and no one wanted to sit down.
Until another singing ceremony sounded.
"His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince has arrived!"
The people who had already taken their seats all stood up, waiting for the prince to arrive, but some of them looked not very good-looking.
Shen Yushu hurriedly greeted him and saw a young man with an impressive appearance and noble aura slowly walking towards him.
It was none other than Emperor Yongtai’s ninth son, Lu Chengxu.
"Tzuyu meets His Highness the Ninth Prince." Shen Yushu started to clasp his fists from a distance.
"I am here to observe the ceremony on behalf of my father, and I am not here to read out the imperial edict. Brother Ziyu, there is no need to be polite."
The Ninth Prince walked a few steps, held Shen Yushu who was about to bow down, and said with a smile.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. Your Highness has become even more charming."
Shen Yushu praised him and said sideways: "Please."
"please."
The Ninth Prince nodded.
Just as he was about to take a step, another high-pitched singing salute sounded.
"His Royal Highness is here!"
Suddenly, everyone's expressions became wonderful.
The Ninth Prince froze on the spot and turned around in shock.
"Hahaha, dear brother Ziyu, long time no see."
Accompanied by hearty laughter, an extremely... bloated fat man stepped in outside the door of the mansion, "Huh? The Nine Emperor Brothers are here too?"
"My brother has met the emperor."
"Tzuyu meets His Highness the Crown Prince."
The Ninth Prince and Shen Yushu each bowed.
No matter what you think in your heart, etiquette cannot be abolished.
"Okay, don't make it so serious on your big day."
Prince Lu Chengjun came over and took the Ninth Prince's arm: "Tzuyu is also very busy, we can just go in by ourselves."
"What the emperor said is true."
The Ninth Prince's face was not very natural.
"Tzuyu, go about your business, we don't need you to greet us."
Prince Jun said something to Shen Yushu, then pulled the Ninth Prince and walked inside.
Shen Yushu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Prince Jun entered the East Palace, and his status was only lower than that of the emperor. Naturally, he could not take it lightly. No matter which dignitary had a happy event, a separate invitation would be sent.
However, receiving an invitation is one thing, attending or not is another.
Normally, if the prince is not appointed by the emperor to attend the ceremony on his behalf, only a gift will be delivered, but he will not be present.
This situation today is really rare.
"Is the battle for the East Palace so intense?"
Shen Yushu guessed in his mind and returned to his post of welcoming guests.
Those who had the same idea as him were the guests who arrived first.
"My ministers, please see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, please see His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince."
In the main hall, everyone bowed with their hands in hand.
"No gifts, no gifts."
Lu Chengjun waved his hands repeatedly, "This is a happy event for others, so we can't take over the honors. Everyone should sit down separately."
"yes."
Everyone stood up and waited until the two princes walked to the throne and sat down before taking their seats.
"Hey, tell me, what's going on with these two people?"
Rongyang Hou asked in a low voice.
"Both of us are not in the court, you ask me?"
Ningdehou rolled his eyes.
"Ahem, I know a thing or two about this."
A middle-aged man in simple clothes came over from the next table. He was Han Du, a well-known Qingliu man from Yangjing and the censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
"Speak quickly."
The two old princes were very interested.
"In the middle of last month, someone wrote a letter saying that the Ninth Prince is old and the matter of making him king should not be postponed any longer." Han Du said mysteriously.
"Tch, what do you think? Hasn't this matter spread a long time ago?"
Rongyang Hou looked dissatisfied, "The two of us are not in the court, not in Yangjing."
Ningdehou's face didn't look very good either.
"Don't worry."
Han Du glanced in the direction of Prince Jun, and lowered his voice again: "You know this, Nanyu Mansion is flooded, and you should also know that the Ninth Prince was ordered to provide disaster relief, but you know that the Ninth Prince returned to Beijing a while ago, and His Majesty rewarded him
What?"
"What?"
"The five colors are beautiful!" Han Duyin said sadly.
"Hiss~!"
The two of them took a deep breath.
The prince's crown and attire are all like those in the East Palace, and the second crown is decorated with five colors.
The five-color crown is not a big problem, the prince and the prince of the East Palace are all dressed like this.
But the key point is that the Ninth Prince has not been crowned king!
To use the Five Colors to crown the crown is to exceed the system.
However, you can't say that he exceeded the limit because it was given by the emperor himself.
Rongyang Hou realized the seriousness of the problem and quickly shut up.
But Marquis Ningde had a gloomy expression on his face: "The Eastern Palace and etiquette are the foundation of the country. What does your Majesty want to do?"
"Be careful!"
Marquis Rongyang quickly grabbed Marquis Ningde.
Marquis Ningde has led troops, has an upright and violent temper, and has made many meritorious deeds, but this does not mean that his criticism of the king can be forgiven.
"You two old marquises have experienced ups and downs. You should know that the foundation of the country cannot be shaken. It is better to submit a letter together with your subordinates..."
Han Du continued to follow the temptation.
"etc."
Rongyang Hou raised his hand to stop, "We two old guys can't bear the tossing. Boy Han, you have found the wrong person."
"That's such a shame."
Han Du shook his head sadly.
"By the way, it seems that you were the one who submitted the letter to request the title of Ninth Prince, right?"
Marquis Rongyang figured something was wrong.
"It's the official."
Han Du laughed and said, "Master Hou is so complimentary."
"???"
Marquis Rongyang looked confused.
Why don’t I remember that I liked you?
At this moment, a louder singing salute came than before.