USWHC -Chapter 220 Engagement Turmoil (Part 10)

One was a thumb ring as red as fresh blood, one was a pearl ring the size of a quail egg, and the last was a ring studded all over with gemstones.

Just as she stretched out her hand, the pearl ring the size of a quail egg suddenly emitted a faint glow.

Wait—pearls could glow?

Everyone was shocked.

“What’s that? Why is it shining? Did you see it? It really glowed just now!”

“I saw it, I saw it! It was that ring! Huh? Why isn’t it glowing anymore?”

Seeing the bewildered expressions on everyone’s faces, Zhu Jie suddenly burst out laughing.

The crowd immediately turned to look at her in confusion. What was she laughing at?

She deliberately put on an exaggerated look of shock, opened her mouth wide, and shouted loudly,

“Did you all see that? That’s a luminous pearl! A priceless luminous pearl!”

A luminous pearl?

The legendary one from the legends themselves? A self-glowing treasure?

Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief as they stared toward the carriage.

For a moment, the crowd surged even closer.

Meanwhile, Zhu Jie secretly covered her mouth and laughed. This Princess Pingning had really gone all out—she had probably brought out even the treasures she usually kept locked away at the very bottom of her chests.

Yes, she might not be wearing many rings, but any one of them could buy Hua Feixue’s entire outfit.

Of course… it could probably buy Hua Feixue herself as well.

Seeing that such an extraordinary person had arrived, no one wanted to miss it. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the wealthy Princess Pingning to make her dazzling entrance.

The hem of her skirt moved slightly.

Yet strangely, not even her embroidered shoes could be seen as she drifted out of the carriage as lightly as if floating.

She paused atop the carriage and swept a dignified gaze over the crowd, a smile of proud superiority curling at the corner of her lips. Raising her hand slightly, the maid standing below immediately extended her own hand to assist her.

While she was observing the crowd, the crowd was also observing her.

So this Princess Pingning was no longer some young maiden.

She looked about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in a dignified sapphire-blue gown. Her hair was tied high, adorned with a full set of gold-and-jade butterfly hairpins.

She wasn’t stunningly beautiful, but she carried herself with remarkable elegance and grandeur.

Among these village townsfolk, she stood out like a crane among chickens.

She continued stepping down.

Still, her skirt barely seemed to move.

Everyone stared intently, almost as if trying to figure out how she was walking.

But she merely stepped forward once more, the hem of her skirt fluttering—and suddenly the little girl who had been kneeling on the ground earlier disappeared beneath it.

Well then.

That delicate, snow-white little girl had actually been used as a stepping stool.

Princess Pingning stepped steadily on the maid’s back as she descended from the carriage, gliding gracefully onto the path paved with brocade cloth.

She truly walked without touching a speck of dust.

Everyone was completely stunned.

What exactly had such a person come here for?

She lifted her gaze and looked into the distance. When she saw Young Master Sun, she gave him a dazzling smile. Her whole figure seemed to float as she took graceful lotus-like steps along the brocade path toward him.

“Who is this?”

Her voice carried the same authority—calm yet imposing, with a natural air of power.

The groom, Young Master Sun, who had just moments ago appeared refined and gentle, suddenly trembled at her words.

Instead of answering, he asked in return, “Why are you here?”

What kind of greeting was that?

Why did it sound like there was gunpowder in the air?

Could it be that Princess Pingning hadn’t come to offer congratulations after all?

Seeing the scene unfold, Old Madam Ji suddenly perked up with excitement.

Her eyes widened eagerly.

Wonderful. She had finally been waiting for this moment.

After all, when she came to attend the wedding today, she had harbored a rather unfriendly thought—

She wanted to watch the Hua family and the Sun family make fools of themselves.

“Who is that person?” Old Madam Ji immediately began asking excitedly. Her eyes sparkled as she questioned everyone around her, practically itching to run up and ask Princess Pingning herself.

“The legitimate eldest daughter of the Duke of Ying’s household—Princess Pingning,” someone behind her kindly explained.

Old Madam Ji turned around and saw that it was Zhu Jie.

“Really?” She instantly covered her mouth in excitement.

“Then isn’t she Young Master Sun’s wife? Hahaha! This is going to be a good show!”

Princess Pingning was Sun Shaoyan’s wife?

Wasn’t she supposed to be in the capital?

Why had she suddenly come here?

What had she come for?

To attend the wedding banquet?

Judging by the situation… it certainly didn’t look like it.