“Goodness gracious, if we didn't know the inside story and that today was Qing Xiazi and Yu Jinguai’s wedding day, I would have thought a noblewoman was getting married! This is so extravagant!” Yang Huamei exclaimed.

Yang Ruqing said, "So all the dowry is in these jewelry pieces!"

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Yu Jingu not only wore silver bracelets on both hands, but also a silver necklace around her neck.

In a scarlet wedding gown, with a veil covering her head, one can only imagine the gold and silver ornaments adorning her ears.

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This is all the money Yang Yongqing made working as a clerk in a teahouse over the past few years, spent on jewelry! Yu Jinguai is really generous!

She's also a show-off. Even though she's getting married for the second time, she's still making such a big fuss about it.

However, how those future days will be lived depends on whether one stays grounded and true to themselves, rather than being carried away by fleeting excitement.

In the midst of a crowd, Yu Jinguai alighted from the palanquin. The Lao Yang family had already arranged for full-house blessings to await her at the door.

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The person who brought good fortune was none other than Xiao Ya Xue, who had helped Huang Mao into Sun's house last time.

Xiao Ya Xue smiled and walked forward, helping Yu Jin Gui up, towards the main hall of Lao Yang's house.

As usual, there was a brazier at the entrance of the main hall. It was customary for the bride to cross over the brazier upon entering.

The person assisting will also subtly press the bride's waist down by a few centimeters. This is hardly necessary for the full blessings officiant to do, as the bride understands this process well.

Women in the city will proactively bend down when entering their husband's home.

Xiao Ya Xue supported Yu Jin Gui as they walked to the fire pit. As she crossed over, Xiao Ya Xue habitually lightly patted Yu Jin Gui's waist.

Unexpectedly, what came instead was not Yu Jinguai's cooperation.

Yu Jingui suddenly stood up and screamed at Xiao Ya Xue.

"Who are you? What are you doing to my waist?"

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Xiao Ya Xue was stunned.

Her other hand was still gently resting on Yu Jinguai's arm and forgot to retract it, being flung away by Yu Jinguai.

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"Take your hands off me, I can walk by myself!" Yu Jinguai said angrily, then simply lifted her foot and walked away.

Because she had a red veil covering her head, blocking her vision, she took a step forward with her front foot but her back foot didn't follow in time and she stepped into the fire pit.

"Oh dear!"

Yu Jingu cried out in surprise and kicked over the brazier at the entrance of the main hall with one foot.

The charcoal fire burst forth, sparks flying everywhere. The surrounding area was packed with onlookers who had come to watch the commotion. The crowd stirred and panicked, retreating in alarm.

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Most of the children crowded at the front to watch the excitement, and Xiao Hei's heart-wrenching cries echoed through the crowd.

This surprised Yang Huamei, who was standing a little further back in the crowd, "Oh no, my Xiao Hei has been scalded!"

As everyone else stepped back, Yang Huamei and Yang Ruqing pushed forward desperately.

The brazier in front, as expected, had been overturned and spilled all over.

Xiao Xue held Xiao Hei tightly, and Xiao Hei cried in Xiao Xue's arms, gasping for breath.

Luo Baobei and Daba Da Zhi, as well as the other children, were all frightened and hid behind Xiao Yaxue.

"Little Black!"

Yang Huamei shouted and hurried over to take Xiao Hei. She examined him closely in front of her.

At that moment, the onlookers who had been watching the festivities and welcoming the bridal procession all came to a sudden halt, each and every one of them dumbfounded, including the groom, Yang Yongqing.

Yang Ruqing stepped forward and first saw several holes in Xiao Yaxue's skirt, obviously burned by embers. The several children she was protecting behind her were unharmed.

"What's all this about? Where in the world have you seen a new bride kicking over a coal stove like that? Are you trying to show off, Yu Jinguai?"

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Yang Ruqing angrily rebuked.

Yu Jinguai was also there stamping her feet, trying to kick the burning embers off.

Hearing Yang Ruqing's scolding, she stood there with her arms akimbo and snorted: "Are you blind? Didn't you see the brazier almost burned my embroidered shoes? It's so annoying, kick it away!"

Yang Ruqing strode forward, ripped the red veil off Yu Jingu's head and threw it on the ground, then pointed at the brazier: "This is a custom, do you understand what custom means?"

When the red cover was lifted, the onlookers at the edge gasped again.

Why?

Because the face under the veil was heavily made up, with so much white powder on it that you could take two ounces of it off and use it to knead dough.

And these lips, they're just so blood red.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, finding it hard to reconcile the heavily made-up woman before her, with her delicate brows, small eyes, flat nose bridge, and thin lips, with the image of Yu Jingu she remembered.

Thinking about it, I haven't seen Yu Jinguai in a few years.

The last time I saw Yu Jinguì was when Yang Ruòhè married Yu Jīn bǎo, she went to Yu Jīn bǎo's house with Sun Shi and the others to send "hair oil".

Now, Yang Ruohua's children are all three years old, and this is not the first child, the first child slipped away, this is the second child.

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At that time, Yu Jingu looked thin and small, about 1.5 meters tall.

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But in reality, she is a few months older than Yang Ruohe.

Three or four years passed, Yu Jinguai grew a lot taller, her face became rounder, the only thing that remained unchanged was her eyebrows and features.

Just like back then, at first glance, he appears to be sharp-tongued and difficult to get along with.

"What kind of customs are you talking about with such a shameless person? Just slap them in the face!"

Yang Huamei's angry voice suddenly rang in her ear, pulling Yang Ruqing back from her thoughts.

Yang Huamei rushed over, grabbed Yu Jingui's collar and slapped her across the face with a loud smack!

"Bang!"

Crystal clear and loud, it startled everyone into silence.

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Yu Jingui covered her face and turned to look at Yang Huamei, who was still raising her hand in front of her. She couldn't believe it, her eyes widened like copper bells.

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"Are you that scallion? Dare you hit me?" Yu Jingui asked.

Then he raised his hand and slapped Yang Huamei's face as well.

Just as crisp and loud, just as shocking everyone around to the point of dropping their jaws.

Yang Huamei was not someone who would suffer a loss, especially when Xiaohei was burned by the sparkler and cried because of the pain in his little hand. This maternal love instantly boosted her fighting power.

"You second-hand goods are too arrogant, aren't you? Today, I'll beat you to death if you don't call Yang Huamei."

Yang Huamei rolled up her sleeves and attacked with both hands, grabbing Yu Jinguai's neck and squeezing with all her might, her teeth gritted, her expression ferocious.

Yu Jinguai is not a pushover either.

One hand grabbed Yang Huamei's hair and pulled it hard, almost tearing off her scalp. The pain made Yang Huamei's eyes well up with tears.

Then the other hand grabbed and scratched at Yang Huamei's chest, like a wild cat fighting.

Both of their feet were moving non-stop, kicking back and forth. They fought with a flurry of kicks, a whirlwind of blows that left the eyes dizzying.

Yang Ruqing wanted to go up and help, but Yang Huamei shouted, "No one is allowed to interfere! Today, this old lady must give this second-hand goods a good beating!"

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