When the prince left the palace to set up his own household, the emperor would give him a certain amount of money for settling down. Since the father had already paid the money, it was natural for the mother, who regarded her son as her lifelong support, not to give it.
Each concubine would give an additional sum of money to the child who was about to leave the palace, and the richer the concubine, the more she would give.
Concubine Yun Shu was obviously one of those with a wealthy family, and she was indeed generous. Yan Cheng made a rough estimate and found that the stack of banknotes was worth at least several hundred thousand taels.
This shows that she still has some maternal love.
But this little bit of maternal love is only enough for one person.
"Brother, keep it for yourself. The palace is so big, how can the money given by the emperor to settle down be enough?"
Yan Cheng rejected the Seventh Prince's kindness. It was obvious that all the money from Concubine Yun Shu was given to the Seventh Prince. If he divided it up, what would the Seventh Prince do?
Besides, he didn't want to use Concubine Yun Shu's things at all.
"As for me, brother, don't worry. I enjoy life. Of course, I won't let anyone else suffer, but I will."
In order to prove that he was telling the truth, he also took out a stack of silver bills from his pocket, which was no thinner than the one in the seventh prince's hand.
The two brothers looked at the banknotes in each other's hands and smiled at the same time. It seemed that they had a tacit understanding.
In the end, no one confiscated anyone else's banknotes.
It was February, with grass growing and birds singing. Two months of Jingxi's eighteen years had passed unnoticed. The imperial examination was approaching, and the capital was becoming increasingly lively.
Although Xie Guangling passed the provincial examination, his ranking was very low, and he was very unsure about the metropolitan examination. Even so, Prime Minister Xie still let him try his luck in the metropolitan examination.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t pass the exam, just consider it as gaining experience.
Xie Guangling thought about what Prime Minister Xie was thinking, and agreed with it, so he started preparing for the exam actively.
I thought that he still had a chance to try, but the fake one didn't even have the qualifications to take the imperial examination.
He told Yan Cheng what he was thinking. Yan Cheng said that he had a good idea, but in his heart he thought that Xie Guangling seemed to care too much about Xie Mingyun.
In the past, Feng Guang was a thoughtful person, but he was too kind and rarely held grudges, let alone always talking about a person he hated, reminding himself of such a person's existence at all times.
Is it because of their identities, or because of what Xie Mingyun did?
Xie Guangling didn't know what Yan Cheng was thinking. Seeing a luxurious carriage passing by downstairs, he thought of what he wanted to share with Yan Cheng before coming here today.
"Brother Cheng, let me tell you about an interesting person. A few days ago, my excellent parents went out of town to worship Buddha. I don't know what happened, but one broke his left leg and the other broke both arms."
"Really? Then they are really unlucky."
Yan Cheng said lightly.
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