Rebirth: Missing the Beloved

Du Mu Zhou only glanced at Du Ruanyu, who was flaunting her skills, before lowering his eyebrows and starting to practice.

Du Ruyu was upset, there was a trace of malevolence on her face.

The more Du Mu Zhou disregarded her existence, the more she disliked it.

"Elder sister, don't think that your little sister has talked too much today. All of her words make sense." [Oh my god. You are the Crown Prince. When I become the Crown Princess' consort, I will be a head higher than you.] When Yufeng inherits these ten thousand kilometers of mountains and rivers, then elder sister won't be jealous of being a younger sister. "

Du Mu Zhou smirked. He still didn't know how in his past life he had been reduced to such a state by this stupid pig-like little sister of his.

Mu Yufeng did not see the prince gaining the upper hand in this battle.

In his previous life, he went all out in order to send him to Huangwei. In this life, he wanted to inherit this thousand Li mountain, so he wanted to see if she, Du Muzhou, was happy or not.

Seeing how Du Ruanyu could only think of such a thing, Du Muzhou found it very funny.

"Little sister, the king is still here. Don't speak nonsense under the emperor's feet. Don't worry, you've lost your head, and you've become a lonely ghost with nowhere to go."

Du Mu Zhou didn't even raise his head to look at Du Ruanyu, whose face had already turned red from anger. He only lowered his head to practice his own calligraphy.

Du Ruyu was so angry that her teeth were itching and her face was repulsive.

Letting Du Ruanyu stomp her teeth in anger, Du Mu Zhou focused on practicing calligraphy.

Du Ruyu was looking for trouble, so she walked out of Du Mu Zhou's room with a blush on her face.

Du Mu Zhou chuckled. This Du Ruanyu was a complete pig brain.

However, she had her own tricks to be able to cling onto Mu Yufeng.

Thinking back to what happened earlier, Du Mu Zhou frowned slightly. She still had something that she hadn't finished.

Right now it was the wedding day, it was time to send Jian Jia to do that.

When Jian Jia entered the sect, her face was filled with joy.

His complexion had also improved a bit, but the smile on his face couldn't be concealed when he was called in by Du Mu Zhou.

"That Du Ruanyu really thinks young miss is a paper man. She would show off her skills to you just by following Mu Yufeng around." "I saw her face a moment ago. It looks like it's quite green. Did Miss let her suffer a loss just like that?"

Du Mu Zhou slightly frowned, "Jian Jia, it's better to not let a passerby ruin his own life, and not let others catch him."

Hearing that, Jian Jia immediately shut his mouth.

After thinking for a moment, he saw Du Mu Zhou put down his brush.

"Oh right, you will be married tomorrow. We can finally get away from this place. Why don't Jian Jia clean up the outfit first? "

Jian Jia knew that her young mistress was not well liked in the Ruan Family, and Han Moxiang often went out of her way to bully people with Du Ruanyu.

Now that Du Mu Zhou had found a place to return to, she felt joy in her heart.

"There's one thing you should do first. There's nothing worth taking away here."

The night was dark, and under the candlelight, Han Mo Xiang began to prepare his dowry.

She didn't want Du Mu Zhou to take advantage of her at all.

"What time are you still not sleeping?"

After Du Zhong was done washing up, he entered the room and saw Han Mo Xiang dragging a sheet of paper over to add on to the painting.

"This concubine is preparing the dowry for our daughter. Marrying the Royal Family isn't a small matter. How can I sleep?"

Du Zhong slightly nodded his head. Speaking of his two daughters marrying together, one of them was even more expensive than the other, his heart was also excited.

"Let me take a look."

Du Zhong took the slip of paper from Han Mo Xiang's hand, and carefully looked at it under the candlelight with a slight frown.

"Why is there such a huge difference in the dowry difference between my little daughter and the wooden boat?"

Although Du Zhong also favored his youngest daughter, Du Ruanyu, he was after all still a rich family with a head and face.

"Master Wen has said that our youngest daughter is going to marry the Crown Prince. The more dowry we have, the more it will give our daughter face. When we arrive at the palace in the future, we can't let anyone look down on us, can we?"

Han Moxiang intentionally picked out all the dowry for her own daughter. If someone else took their property, wouldn't they feel heartbroken?

Du Zhong frowned and pondered.

His second daughter had married the crown prince, so she also had a backer.

Han Mo Xiang's words were likely to be true as well.

After the couple organized their affairs, Du Zhong agreed.

The Ruan Family had become very lively in the past few days.

Little Si from top to bottom also began to take care of Ruan Mansion.

Han Mo Xiang woke up early. He didn't expect to hear the noise of gongs and drums outside the door.

Since the auspicious hour had not arrived, no one should come.

When he went out, he saw Mu Yinshao riding a tall horse and standing in front of the gate of the Ruan Mansion.

The commoners gathered on the streets and stared at the ridiculous number of betrothal gifts.

Everyone was pointing at him with endless envy.

"Who's making a ruckus outside the door?"

Han Mo Xiang looked at the betrothal gifts strewn across the floor, covering the nine steps in front of Ruan Family's main entrance. She was so envious of them.

Mu Yi Shao dismounted from his horse and ordered his men to carry the betrothal gifts through the Ruan Family's gate one by one.

At the door, Du Ruanyu sneakily took a look and was extremely envious. She hurriedly went to inform her young miss.

Entering the Ruan Lounge, everyone looked at the betrothal gift that Mu Yi had sent.

Mu Yi Shao was born good-looking, and the surrounding maidservants' faces turned red as they handed tea leaves over.

At this time, the Ruan family members got up and came to the hall one after another.

They were all extremely envious.

"Look at how the commoners outside are so envious of you, your son-in-law. Are you sure you want to stay too early?"

Han Mo Xiang hated Du Mu Zhou even more, but the money she had was enough to make them feel good about it.

Talking in front of Mu Yigao also catered to a few points.

"There's no need for that. I heard that Second Mother is worried about the dowry of the wooden boat. I, Mu Yinshao, don't want to see my fiancee shamelessly carry her to my mansion. This unique wedding must be decent."

Mu Yigao blew on the tea in his hand and glanced at Du Mu Zhou.

"As for the betrothal gift, I was the one who gave it to the wooden boat. No matter how much the Ruan Family needs money, they shouldn't have let my fiancee down. So, I hope you remember to dowry my wooden boat."

Han Mo Xiang's face was full of smiles, but the corners of her lips were twitching in embarrassment.

He had just finished dividing Du Ruanyu's and Du Muzhou's dowry yesterday, yet Mu Yigao, who was the one behind him, was holding such a big gift in his hands.

At that time, the dowry would be carried out of the house. In comparison, the Ruan Family would be narrow-minded.

This obviously made it difficult for her to get off the stage.

The smile on Han Moxiang's face stiffened.

Du Mu Zhou got out of bed and washed up. He saw Du Ruanyu looking at him from afar in a bad mood.

All the girls in the house were whispering to each other with smiles on their faces.

"Miss, you don't know, Young Master Mu brought a betrothal gift to Ruan Ran's house early in the morning." From what the old man said outside, that battle could be said to be unprecedented. "

It was only then that Du Muzhou realized why Du Ruanyu had been unhappy with him this early in the morning.

However, a warm feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. It didn't matter if it was Mu Yufeng or Du Ruanyu.

What was the point of having Mu Yigao in the canoe?

On the surface, Du Ruanyu was embarrassed. This Mu Yigao had completely won the limelight for Du Mu Zhou today.

Currently, the maids at home were all talking about how lucky Du Muzhou was.

That Mu Yigao was an elegant young master, gentle as jade. His status was not as high as Mu Yufeng's at the moment.

But if it was any other girl, who wouldn't want to find such a good person?