November 29th, the Yan Family began sending dowry to the Prince Residence.
Daohua Pavilion.
One by one, dowry cases were neatly placed in the courtyard, each tied with festive red silk.
"I wonder if our dowries will be half as grand as big sister’s when we get married?"
Witnessing the dazzling array of dowries in the courtyard, Yan Yile couldn’t help but grumble.
Hearing this, Han Xinran, Zhou Jingwan, and Su Shiyu exchanged a quick glance, then pretended they hadn’t heard a thing.
The eldest sister (Yiyi) was the Yan Family’s legitimate eldest daughter; her dowry consisted not only of contributions from her family but also gifts from the Li Family and additional items from the old Master. Most importantly, she herself had also contributed a portion.
For the fourth sister to compare herself to her was really unreasonable.
Yan Yishuang glanced at Yan Yile with a hint of disdain. Now even she didn’t dare to compete with the eldest sister; where on earth did Yan Yile—who was from a different branch of the family—get the confidence?
Beside them, Zhu Qiyun was so embarrassed she could hardly cope, looking at Yan Yile, who would blurt out anything regardless of the situation, with a headache. Before they had left the house, she had repeatedly instructed her to watch her mouth, but to no avail; it seemed she just hadn’t listened.
Zhu Qiyun pulled Yan Yihuan back and whispered, "These next couple of days, second sister, please take extra care to watch over the fourth sister. Don’t let her cause any trouble for the family."
Yan Yihuan nodded, "Sister-in-law, I’ll take good care of Yile."
Not long after, Yan Wenxiu arrived with others in the courtyard and began checking the dowry list, instructing the servants to carry out each case one by one.
In the room, Daohua watched as the courtyard emptied out bit by bit, her heart starting to feel empty as well.
In three more days, she would leave the first home she had known in this world and start a new Chapter in her life.
Outside the courtyard gate, the Madam of the Li Family listened to the well-wishes of friends and relatives with a smile that was somewhat forced and stiff.
The difference between marrying off a daughter and taking in a daughter-in-law was stark, indeed. Taking in a daughter-in-law was a joyous occasion, but marrying off a daughter... every time she thought of her daughter becoming part of another family, she just couldn’t bring herself to be happy.
Not just her—Yan Granny and Yan Zhigao were also forcing smiles.
One hundred and twenty dowry cases, carried by young fellows dressed uniformly in green robes with red belts, aligned in a column led by Yan Wenxiu, Wentao, and other brothers, were grandly brought to the Prince Residence.
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