Ming Wei had barely eaten or drunk anything for the past three days. She was haggard and a shadow of her former self.
When she was let out on her wedding day, Madam Ming burst into tears at the sight of her.
Ming Wei muttered, "I want to see Your Majesty! I won't marry a beggar! I can't accept this! I can't accept this!"
Madam Ming said, "What is there to not accept? That Er Gouzi isn't bad-looking, and he's only twenty-five. I've prepared a dowry for you of ten thousand taels of silver and two shops. If you and he manage them well, with the Ming family's support, you can still live a good life!"
Ming Wei said in shock, "Mother, I'm the daughter of the Uncle Mansion! Are you really telling me to marry a beggar now, too?"
Madam Ming tried to persuade her, "Sometimes you have to bow to circumstances. You've offended Rong Wan Yun. Marrying Er Gouzi is already a good outcome. Or would you rather go to prison and keep Bai Jingran company?"
