Picked-up Stepmother, Your Dowry Is A Bit Too Much

On Zhuque Street, a procession stretching for several miles was marching forward.
The gilt wedding sedan carried by sixteen people shone in the sun, and the golden phoenix embroidered on the sedan curtain trembled gently with the steps of the sedan bearers, as if it was about to fly high in the next moment.
The dowry procession followed as far as the eye could see behind the sedan. The boxes and cages decorated with red lacquer and gold were tied with red silk, which rustled in the spring breeze.
"Which family's young lady is coming out of the palace? Such a pomp?" In a street tea shop, a young man who looked like a scholar stared wide-eyed.
The old man beside him stroked his beard and said: "Look at this battle, I'm afraid the princes and princesses are all making it?"
"You don't know something now." The merchant at the next table came over and said in a low voice: "This is the only daughter of the Li family, the richest man in Lannuo country. I heard that the dowry alone cost 1,360 kilograms!"
Everyone took a breath when they heard this.
At this time, a group of maids holding jewelry boxes passed by in the procession. The sunlight shone on the boxes, reflecting a dazzling brilliance.
"That's not right!" A woman suddenly frowned, "Then the Prince Marquis of Ru'an didn't just marry the Miss Zhou family three days ago. Could it be that this Miss the Li family..."