I was pampered like a treasure after being married off to the young marshal, but my father and broth

Four days later.

Shang Sheyu got out of the car, stood outside the noisy crowd, and looked up at the gold-painted signboard of "Hongyunlou".

Today, Hongyunlou is brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and even the two stone lions at the entrance have big red flowers tied around their necks.

The entrance was filled with all kinds of cars and rickshaws, and gentlemen in long gowns and mandarin jackets and ladies in cheongsams with permed hair came and went in an endless stream.

It was even more lively and extravagant than the last wedding of the Shang and Chi families.

She carried a small brocade box wrapped in red paper, and a faint sneer appeared on the corners of her mouth, which was painted with light red lipstick.

The merchants must have emptied their pockets for this day.

Upon entering the banquet hall, guests gathered in small groups, clinking glasses and whispering amongst themselves.

"Hey, isn't it strange? Didn't Miss Shang just get married a few days ago? Why are they having another ceremony today?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. I heard that something went wrong last time because it didn't work out."

"What could possibly go wrong that warrants holding a wedding banquet again? That's incredibly unlucky! We don't have that kind of custom in the North."

"Who knows? But I heard that last time, as soon as Miss Shang entered the Chi family, she was thrown out, bedding and all..."

"Really?"

"I don't know, the Chi family and the merchants have kept the news tightly under wraps."

Shang Sheyu stood behind a carved Roman column, listening to the whispers, a cold glint in his eyes.

It seems that the "truth" she had spread last time has been suppressed by both families.

But it's okay.

She will soon bring the truth to light.

In the center of the crowd not far away, a perfect couple was toasting each other.

Today, Shang Pengyue wore a bright red cheongsam with dragon and phoenix motifs, and a pearl necklace around her neck, which made her face look like a peach blossom, delicate and beautiful.

She smiled broadly, holding the arm of the man beside her, looking every bit the happy, content woman.

The man beside her was none other than Chi Qingyuan, the eldest son of the Chi family.

Chi Qingyuan has handsome features and a good appearance.

However, at this moment, the groom's face showed no joy.

He frowned slightly, his eyes showing impatience, and reluctantly responded to the guests' compliments while holding his wine glass.

Shang Sheyu watched this scene with a cold eye, secretly laughing to himself.

In her previous life, when she married Chi Qingyuan, she also thought he was a good man.

At that time, the Chi family was already an empty shell. Chi Qingyuan was spoiled rotten by his mother, Old Madam Chi, and was proficient in eating, drinking, gambling and whoring.

Less than six months after the marriage, he started having affairs and squandered the family's money.

She stayed at home managing the household chores, serving her mean-spirited mother-in-law, and earning money to cover his gambling debts.

Now the tables have turned.

Shang Pengyue received double the dowry and married this "golden bachelor" at her own expense, thinking she had struck gold.

"Hey, Third Sister?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Sheyu smiled and turned to see her second brother, Shang Zhuo, walking over with a nonchalant air as he held a glass of red wine.

She nodded slightly: "Second Brother."

Shang Zhuo sized her up and sneered, "How did you get in? I don't think your family sent you an invitation, did they? What, are you here to freeload?"

Shang Sheyu took out a gold-embossed invitation from her bag and waved it in front of Shang Zhuo.

"This was specially delivered to the Quan Mansion by my fourth sister last night. She said that as sisters, she didn't want me to miss this important event in her life."

Since they've practically offered themselves up for her to slap, wouldn't she be letting down Fourth Sister's good intentions if she didn't come?

Upon seeing the invitation, Shang Zhuo's expression changed, and then he curled his lip in disdain.

"Tch, Fourth Sister is just kind-hearted; she didn't want to embarrass you too much."

He pointed to the guests filling the hall, a smug look on his face: "Third sister, do you see this? This is the grandeur of our Shang family. This is the largest restaurant in the Northern Territory. All the guests here today are important figures. The Shang and Chi families have spared no expense for Fourth sister's wedding. This banquet alone has more than a hundred tables. This is a true grand wedding with a ten-mile-long red bridal procession! A proper marriage! It shows how much the Chi family values ​​Fourth sister, and it shows how much Young Master Chi loves Fourth sister."

At this point, he glanced sideways at Shang Sheyu, "Unlike Third Sister, who married that madman, Master Quan... Now, seeing this scene, doesn't Third Sister feel a pang of jealousy? Envious?"

I followed his gaze.

It was indeed very glamorous.

Flowers adorn the landscape, and oil is poured into a raging fire.

"I am quite envious."

"Fourth Sister is so lucky to be so loved by both her family and her husband's family, and to have such a perfect husband as Young Master Chi. This kind of life is truly enviable."

If Shang Mingguo hadn't made such a grand spectacle, inviting all the celebrities of the entire Northern Territory, her performance wouldn't have had much of an effect.

In truth, she really has to thank this wonderful father.

Seeing her give in, Shang Zhuo sighed with satisfaction, swirling the wine glass in his hand, leaning closer to Shang Sheyu, and said in a low voice, "That's right, people have to accept their fate."

"Fourth Sister is born with a life of wealth and honor. Once she enters the Chi family, she will enjoy endless riches and honors. Young Master Chi will definitely spoil her rotten."

"As for you..." He clicked his tongue twice, looking at you with sympathy: "Marrying Quan Tuo, that ruthless killer, who knows when you might displease him and get shot dead. Third Sister's future days are probably going to be tough."

Shang Sheyu lowered her eyes, concealing the cold smile in them, and said softly, "Second Brother is right. Everyone has their own destiny. I dare not compare myself to Fourth Sister."

Just then, a hearty laugh came from not far away.

Shang Mingguo was talking to an old lady with a full head of silver hair, dressed in a dark red Tang suit.

The old woman had a smile on her face, but her eyes showed disgust.

"Mother-in-law, are you satisfied with this banquet? We specially invited a descendant of the imperial chef to cook it." Shang Mingguo was clearly a relative of the woman's family, but he was trying to please the man's family.

Grandma Chi glanced around indifferently and snorted.

"It's alright, barely passable."

If it weren't for the double dowry, she wouldn't have let Shang Pengyue, whose reputation was tainted, into the family.

Although the matter of the beggar was suppressed, she still felt uneasy about it.

However, considering the money, and the fact that Shang Pengyue had solemnly promised her that he could lead the Chi family to make a lot of money and even made a pledge that if she couldn't earn 200,000 silver dollars within a year, she would resign.

Since Shang Pengyue dared to make such a boast, he must have some way of making money.

As long as it can make money, whether Guan Shangpengyue was abused by beggars or not, he's just a tool for making money once he's in the door.

"As long as my mother-in-law is satisfied." Shang Mingguo wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

As they were talking, Shang Pengyue and Chi Qingyuan had already come over to offer their toasts.

Shang Sheyu straightened her clothes, smiled gently, and went to greet them: "Fourth Sister, Brother-in-law, congratulations!"

Chi Qingyuan looked up, his gaze passing over Shang Pengyue and landing on Shang Sheyu with a puzzled expression.

The woman in front of me was wearing a light pink stand-up collar cotton-padded jacket and had her hair in a simple bun. Although the style was ordinary, it could not hide her elegant and refined temperament.

She stood under the lamplight, her eyebrows and eyes exquisite, her skin as white as snow, a faint smile on her lips as she walked towards us. She was like a delicate orchid blooming in the snow, pure and noble.

Chi Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

A strange feeling welled up inside me.

It was as if he had seen her a long, long time ago.