Chapter 145: The thing she worried about most... happened...

  "Shu Mei is not a member of our family, what does she need my mother's approval for?" Sheng Chengyi didn't hide his disgust towards Sheng Dieyi.

  "Since ancient times, marriage has been a matter of parental orders and matchmakers' words. Miss Butterfly's parents have passed away, and there is no matchmaker to facilitate the relationship with the Second Prince. Now that they have a child, whether it's marrying you as the Second Prince's consort or giving you another title, this is the Second Prince's business and has nothing to do with my family, the Shengs! Miss Butterfly is thanking the wrong person!"

  Sheng Dieyi's body stiffened slightly, almost unable to suppress her own anger.

  Damn it, must the Sheng brothers keep stepping on her repeatedly?

  "Auntie, although my mother has passed away, all these years I have always treated you as my own mother. You and my mother were close sisters, don't you remember? When you were bedridden with a serious illness..."

  "I'll prepare a dowry for you..." Meng Qiuyu originally wanted to say "I'll prepare a dowry for you".

  "Madam!" Sheng Yunjing called out to her.

  She turned her head and took a look at Sheng Yunjing, gritted her teeth, and changed it to: "Dowry."

  "Sheng Die Yi, I will give you a dowry, this is as your aunt, the last thing for you."

  Dowry and betrothal gifts are different. Dowries must be given generously, but betrothal gifts can be given as much or as little as one wants, and whatever one wants to give.

  A whole tray of dishes is a dowry, and even the cheapest pearl hairpin on the tray is also a dowry...

  "Your Majesty, I request that you grant me permission to marry, and allow me to take Butterfly Clothes as the second imperial prince's consort." Yan Ziyue took advantage of the opportunity to speak up.

  He wants to continue performing his "deep feelings" for Sheng Dieyi, only in this way can he leave a last good impression on the noble women, ladies and some officials in the capital.

  But he knew he could never marry Sheng Dieyi...

  As expected, as soon as his voice fell, the Right Chancellor's voice rang out: "No way! The Second Prince absolutely cannot marry a heavenly calamity orphan girl as his imperial princess consort!"

  "The Right Chancellor is right," echoed the Empress and the Second Prince's faction: "The Second Prince is a heavenly prince, and Sheng Die's clothing has an ominous aura that will harm the imperial family's fortune; she absolutely cannot be made the official consort!"

  "Not to mention the queen, even if it's a concubine... anyone who wants to take the position of the heavenly family cannot let her do it! Losing the heavenly family's aura and affecting the prosperity of my great dynasty for millions of years is already a great sin, and if she also kills her husband and mother..."

  The official didn't finish what he was going to say, but everyone looked at the emperor.

  The heavenly calamity of a lonely girl, having already destroyed her entire family, if she were to destroy the imperial family and harm the emperor as well, it would be a great disaster!

  "No! A heavenly widow can never marry into the royal family!"

  "Right! The heavenly widow cannot be given any position!"

  "A body full of evil energy, she's a jinx who will bring misfortune to everyone around her! And with such poor conduct and morals, if it weren't for the fact that she's carrying the bloodline of the second prince in her belly, this kind of trash would deserve to be drowned in a bamboo cage..."

  "The second prince used to be so good, maybe it's because he was with this jinxed girl that he was affected by her bad luck and changed..."

  Sheng Dieyi did not expect that among all the people in the grand hall, not a single one supported the Second Prince giving her a title.

  The Sheng family's outer garment was gone, and what she feared most had still happened!

  She wanted to defend herself, saying that she didn't have bad luck, her parents died unexpectedly, and at that time she was so young, she even couldn't remember what her parents looked like...

  But if she doesn't have a single relative left, who can believe her?

  She could only tightly grasp Yan Ziyan's clothes, hoping he would say a word for her.

  Ke Yanzi Yun just lowered her head and didn't say a word...