Looking at the two-meter-long document, Nanqianyue fell silent.
"Mother, you wouldn't be giving the Prime Minister's mansion to me, would you?"
The Prime Minister's wife raised her eyebrows and smiled, "You wish! Half of this is my dowry, another part is what your maternal grandfather in Ganyang prepared for you, and the rest is what your father gave you."
Nan Qianyue stared at the list carefully for a few moments. "With so many fields, shops, and estates, I'm afraid I don't have the energy to manage them all."
The Prime Minister's wife smiled and closed the gift list. "It's alright. The managers of these industries are all capable people. You only need to check the accounts once or twice a year."
Nanqianyue withdrew her arm and fell back down, saying, "Oh."
"Madam." The butler came running over with a big smile, carrying an even thicker stack of papers.
"This is the betrothal gift list sent by the Prince's Mansion. The Prime Minister said to give it to you and the young lady for review."
The Prime Minister's wife nodded in satisfaction and waved her hand, saying, "Unfold it and take a look."
"yes."
The steward held one end of the table, while the old woman held the other end, and they slowly retreated, retreated, and retreated, until they were completely backed up.
Nanqianyue opened her eyes, and the corner of her mouth twitched violently.
This is what it means to empty the entire palace.
The Prime Minister's wife and Nan Kezhi were also taken aback, but they were both extremely happy.
"No need to look anymore, just put it away." The Prime Minister's wife sighed softly, "It seems the dowry is still a bit too little."
Nanqianyue: "..." This is even more impressive.
Compared to the orderly and efficient work at the Prime Minister's residence, the Prince's residence seemed a bit... disorganized.
Qin Yi stood in the courtyard, coldly watching several military officers argue about which lantern would look best and be appropriate for the occasion in the corner of the corridor.
"Yours doesn't look good, mine looks much better!"
"Yours isn't festive enough, mine is festive and looks good!"
He regretted arranging the dressing up for them.
Not only is he tasteless, but he's also blindly confident and has a terrible temper.
"Hasn't Hu Taichang's men arrived yet?" Qin Yi asked, his expression displeased.
Butler Lu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "They're here, uh... Consort You is here too."
Qin Yi frowned. "Who sent her!"
Steward Lu felt a chill run down his spine and said tremblingly, "Um... um, Your Highness, the Empress is your foster mother, she should be here..."
"Throw her out!" Qin Yi shouted in a low voice.
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