Jiang Pengji rode on White's back. Behind her, many men carried dowries into the city. An impressive troop of bodyguards surrounded her and the dowries. Such a grand entrance sparked the curiosity of the people of Shangjing; people started filling both sides of the street to watch the commotion, talking ceaselessly.
"That's a lot of dowries... Which family is marrying off this rich lady?"
There was ten miles of red dowries. They had been looking at the commotion for a long time. The dowries were carried one after another, and seemed endless.
"Be good. Even if the princess of the Northern Borderline, who married into the royal family, did not have that many dowries…" the person trailed off.
"Ai, isn't your source pretty accurate? They seem to know all that happens in Shangjing. Did you not hear anything about this?"