The Adopted Stepmom I Picked Up—Your Dowry Is a Bit Too Much

On Zhuque Avenue, a wedding procession stretched for miles, advancing grandly.

A gilded bridal sedan carried by sixteen men gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, and the golden phoenix embroidered on the curtain trembled gently with the bearers’ steps, as if it would spread its wings and fly in the next moment.

Behind the sedan followed a dowry procession so long the end could not be seen. The red-lacquered, gold-painted chests were tied with scarlet ribbons, snapping in the spring wind.

"Whose daughter is being married off with such a display?" a young scholar at a roadside teahouse widened his eyes.

The old man beside him stroked his beard and said, "Looking at this scale, even a princess from a royal house might not have such a dowry."

"You’re not in the know," a merchant at the next table leaned over and lowered his voice. "This is the only daughter of the Li family, the richest family in our Lanuo Kingdom. I heard just her dowry alone fills one thousand three hundred and sixty sedan-loads!"

When everyone heard this, they gasped sharply.

At that moment, a group of maids carrying jewelry boxes passed through the procession. Sunlight shone into the boxes, refracting a dazzling brilliance.

"No, that’s not right!" A woman suddenly frowned. "Wasn’t the heir of the Runan Marquis’s estate only married to Miss Zhou three days ago? Could this Miss Li be..."