Poor Dowry

A young lady walked forward and pointed at her nose and scolded, "As a young lady, you don't even have this little bit of basic courtesy, and you still have the nerve to marry Prince Rui Xian."

Su Mingyu didn't get angry, she only smiled as she looked at her, "Then you ladies who haven't left the pavilion, you ran over here to find a young miss who's already married and married on her behalf. Do you have any manners?"

These young ladies all said a few words, without the slightest bit of novelty in them. Su Mingyu rolled her eyes, got up, and pulled Zhi Zhu along as she turned to leave.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the butler.

Su Mingyu tossed a silver ingot to the butler and then signaled to the people behind her with her face, "Where did this group of people come from and where did they come from? I don't have the time to care about them."