Feng Qingcang looked at the betrothal gifts filling the courtyard with a headache, his heart aching as if his daughter was going to leave with someone else tomorrow.

Meanwhile, his wife, along with their daughter, son, and daughter-in-law, were busy looking through trunks full of betrothal gifts. The group was chatting and laughing, completely ignoring their elderly father.

Feng Qingcang was displeased: "Ahem, someone, take all these betrothal gifts to the Prince's Treasury."

Murong Wan asked in confusion, "Why are you putting them in the palace storeroom? These are all for Huang'er. Just put them in her little storeroom."

Feng Qingcang shook his head: "No, her small storeroom can't hold it all. It must be placed in the Prince's mansion's storeroom."

In this way, he locked up the betrothal gifts, as if his daughter would not get married so soon.

Murong Wan wanted to retort, but Feng Qinghuang stopped her.

Feng Qinghuang winked playfully at her mother: "Mother, my little storeroom really can't hold it all, so let's put it in the Prince's mansion storeroom. That way, Father will feel more at ease."

Hearing her daughter's words, Murong Wan understood what she meant. She shook her head helplessly. Even if you throw away all these betrothal gifts, it won't stop Rong Qi from marrying your daughter. It's all unnecessary. Oh well, consider it just to comfort him as his father.

Feng Qingcang snorted and ordered, "Hurry up and move it quickly."

The servants hurriedly moved the betrothal gifts to the storeroom, fearing they would be scolded by the prince, who was in a bad mood.

Seeing her father looking sullen, Feng Qinghuang quickly went over and took his arm. "Father, Aqi just sent over the betrothal gifts. It's not like we're getting married in a few days. Don't be unhappy, okay? Seeing you unhappy makes me unhappy too. Do you want me to be unhappy?"

Feng Qingcang patted her little head: "Daddy isn't unhappy, Daddy is just reluctant to part with her."

Upon hearing these words, Feng Qinghuang's eyes instantly reddened.

Feng Qinghuang pressed her little head against Feng Qingcang's thick arm, her voice thick with nasal congestion: "Mmm, Huang'er knows, Huang'er will always stay with Father. Even if Huang'er gets married in the future, she will come back to visit Father often, so Father won't be sad anymore, okay?"

Feng Qingcang nodded with satisfaction: "Good, our Huang'er is the best."

Murong Wan couldn't bear to see her daughter sad, so she quickly came over and hugged her daughter, glaring at Feng Qingcang.

"Look at you, on such a wonderful day, you made your daughter cry. Really, you don't even know when to stop."

Murong Wan tenderly wiped away her daughter's tears: "My dear daughter, don't mind your father. He was just a little surprised by Qi'er's sudden outburst, which is why he's angry. Although your father and mother are very reluctant to see you get married so soon, Qi'er is a good child, and we are very relieved that you've married into the family. Besides, the Rong Prince's Mansion and our Feng Prince's Mansion aren't far apart, so we'll come to see you whenever we miss you. With your Aunt Qing at the Rong Prince's Mansion, we feel at ease too."

Feng Qinghuang nodded quietly: "Yes, I know, Mother. Don't worry, Father and Mother, I won't get married so early. Aqi and I aren't in a hurry."

Feng Qinghuang sighed. "Aqi, I can only use you as a shield for now. Who told you to pull this stunt today and scare Father like this!" Although she could understand Aqi's feelings, she should try to appease Father first.

Upon hearing Feng Qinghuang's words, the others chuckled in unison.

Feng Qingyun sneered, "Rong Qi isn't in a hurry? Only you would say that. Look at that bastard Rong Qi today, he wants the whole world to know you're his, he can't wait to take you home today. And you say he's not in a hurry? That's unbelievable."

Rong Xiao remarked, "Little Huang'er is blinded by her own involvement! Your cousin's anxiety is practically written all over his face, yet you, Huang'er, seem to think he's not worried at all! Could it be that you, Huang'er, have some misunderstanding about your cousin?"

Murong Wan didn't seem to have much of a feeling about it. Regardless of whether Rong Qi was in a hurry or not, marriage couldn't be rushed. As Huang'er's mother, she wouldn't let her daughter marry someone without a clear plan. Every step of the marriage was important and needed to be carefully considered.

But Feng Qingcang thought differently. "Daughter, you said Rong Qi isn't in a hurry. Do you have some misunderstanding about Rong Qi? If he's not in a hurry, why would he send the betrothal gifts as soon as you come of age?"

Hmph, no matter what, he can't get married until at least a year after he comes of age. That's his bottom line, and no one can change it.

However, since he had made his daughter cry, Feng Qingcang didn't say anything harsh and gently coaxed her. The family chatted in the courtyard for a while before returning to their own courtyards to rest.