USWHC -Chapter 219 Engagement Turmoil (Part 9)

“The Pingning County Princess has arrived!” someone suddenly shouted again. Only then did everyone realize that the shout had come from the man standing beside the carriage.

Pingning County Princess? Who was she? Why had she come? Was she here to attend the wedding banquet?

Everyone froze in surprise, their eyes circling repeatedly around the carriage.

Ah, the county princess’s carriage truly was different. It looked extremely luxurious. The curtain was embroidered with a large golden flower, and the carriage itself—though no one knew what wood it was made from—had been painted a uniform jujube-red color. Even the shafts and pillars were wrapped with gilded fittings.

The details revealed everything. Even the carriage alone was inlaid with gold and jade. One could easily imagine just how wealthy this household must be! And of course, hearing that she was a county princess meant her noble status went without saying.

People immediately felt that the Sun family had gained great prestige. Just taking a concubine had attracted someone of such high status and rank to come offer congratulations. This was something the villages for miles around had never seen before.

Just then, everyone saw a hand gently lift the curtain. Only a single hand appeared, yet people couldn’t help exclaiming again:

“Wow, the county princess’s hand is so fair!”

“Oh my, look how bright the ring on her hand is!”

Indeed, the moment that hand appeared, everyone’s eyes were dazzled. The slender, fair, delicate hand wore a sapphire-blue gemstone ring that sparkled brilliantly—clearly no ordinary piece.

Everyone held their breath and stared even harder, eager to see just how beautiful the Pingning County Princess must be.

The curtain lifted higher and higher, and first a light-blue skirt appeared. As the hem swayed, it reflected a soft and delicate sheen. The clothing was clearly made from excellent material as well, causing everyone’s mouths to open wider in amazement.

But just as everyone watched intently, a fresh and delicate face appeared. From a distance, she looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

The Pingning County Princess is this young?

The girl, however, moved as lightly as a swallow and jumped straight down from the carriage. Just as everyone held their breath, waiting to see how this young county princess would be welcomed—

Suddenly, the girl knelt on the ground, raising both hands respectfully.

“Please, County Princess, descend from the carriage!”

As she called out, people had already begun laying a strip of brocade on the ground. Yes—brocade was being used to pave the road. Their movements were swift, spreading it in a long stretch all the way into the Sun residence.

So the little girl wasn’t the county princess?

Everyone immediately felt disappointed again. Then who was she? Judging from the way she knelt, she was probably the county princess’s maid.

If even a maid dressed so extravagantly, what must the county princess herself be wearing? She must surely have more jewelry than today’s bride!

While everyone’s imaginations ran wild, another hand stretched out from inside the carriage.

This hand was even fairer and more delicate than the previous one. It also wore a gemstone ring, but even more eye-catching than the ring was the bracelet on the wrist. There was only one bracelet, but it was thick, pure white, and even whiter than her skin—like the legendary mutton-fat white jade.

Everyone widened their eyes again.

This must be the Pingning County Princess, right?

But then another girl quickly stepped out. When everyone looked, she too was only about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Everyone couldn’t help feeling disappointed again.

What? Are they all just young girls?

This girl didn’t kneel. Instead, she bent slightly at the waist, holding one arm out gracefully while using the other to lift the curtain once more.

Now the county princess should finally come out, right?

Everyone stared with round eyes yet again.

Unfortunately, another thirteen- or fourteen-year-old maid stepped out. However, she did not get off the carriage. Instead, she stood behind the curtain, reaching out to support someone inside.

Could the county princess be an old lady? How many people does it take to help her get down from a carriage?

Everyone felt disappointed once more.

But just then, before the person even appeared, a swaying skirt drifted out first. The skirt was a deep sapphire blue, embroidered along the hem with a circle of goose-yellow floral tassels. At a glance, it clearly wasn’t a style an old woman would wear.

Just what kind of person is this county princess?

This time, everyone stared into the carriage without daring to blink, as if afraid they might miss the appearance of such a rare creature. They watched eagerly, waiting for the county princess to finally reveal her true face.

Then a similarly fair and delicate hand appeared.

Unlike the bride, who had exaggeratedly worn rings on almost every finger, this hand wore only three rings—though, by modern standards, that was still quite a lot.