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 merely 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 same 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."
