When Zhang Wuji said the words "I'm sorry".
Zhao Linger quickly said: "Young Master, I am just a little girl. Meeting you in this vast sea of people is the greatest gift from God to me."
"As for these material things, I really have never cared about them."
"From the day I gave myself to you, these things have been yours. However, the world is still unsettled, and you only occupy half of it."
"You can't manage my shops and banks. When you have time, I will make a careful list and hand all these things over to you."
Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "That won't do. If those things are in your hands, I can still ask you for some pocket money. But if they are in my hands, they will become the property of the Ming Cult."
"Good sister, I won't ask how much money you have. I like you as a person. Even if you are penniless, I will still like you."
Zhao Linger's face instantly turned red with embarrassment.
"Sir, you should tell me more about what you said just now. I don't know whether your other women will fall for your tricks or not, but I do. The words you say are so sweet that they almost make me die."
Just when Zhao Linger was immersed in joy, a burly man walked up to her.
The man said to Zhao Linger, "Miss, I have already bought everything you want. Jiangnan is in chaos right now, with wars going on everywhere."
"But fortunately, your cargo was safe and sound and did not suffer any damage along the way."
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "Very good, I will take over these things. You can find a place to rest. When I'm done, I will give everyone a reward."
The man said, "Thank you, Miss. I will take my leave now."
Afterwards, the man led an escort team of several hundred people away.
Zhao Linger said to Zhang Wuji, "Master, these things are all yours. You can find someone to take over."
Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "My dear sister, you are the one who decides how to use and where to put these things. You will soon become the queen. From now on, no matter it is our household chores, government affairs, or military affairs, you must speak frankly to me."
Afterwards, Zhang Wuji touched Zhao Linger's lower abdomen again.
With a loving look on his face, he said to Zhao Linger, "My dear sister, please think of a name for the child. As long as it's a boy, he will be the prince."
"If I can unify the world, it will belong to him in the future."
These words were the best gift Zhang Wuji gave to Zhao Linger before he ascended the throne.
But just when the two of them were in love, another voice came at an inopportune time.
"Good sister, please be careful about the impact. There are too many people here. If a couple is in love, they should find a place where there is no one."
Zhou Zhiruo walked in front of them with an ethereal air.
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "Good sister, I was just about to look for you."
Then, she pointed at the hundreds of carriages in front of her and said, "My dear sister, do you see this? There are several carriages of gifts I gave you in this convoy. In addition, among these things, if you like anything, no matter what it is, you can just take it away."
Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Zhao Linger and said, "It's good to be rich. The richer a person is, the more assertive he is when he speaks."
There was a hint of sourness in Zhou Zhiruo's words.
The sour taste was not only clearly heard by Zhao Linger, but also by Zhang Wuji who was standing beside her.
The considerate Zhao Linger didn't want to embarrass Zhang Wuji here.
So she said to Zhang Wuji, "Young Master, please go quickly and don't make General Yang wait anxiously."
Zhang Wuji smiled knowingly: "Good sister, I will leave first. You and Zhiruo will deal with these things."
…
Zhang Wuji quickly left this place of trouble.
However, Zhao Linger quickly took Zhou Zhiruo's arm and said, "My dear sister, I will be the queen soon. I know this is unfair to you, but there is one thing I still need to make clear to you in advance."
"You must not fail to come on the day when Zhang Wuji ascends the throne. I will feel regretful if I don't see you."
Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Zhao Linger and said, "I am a little stingy, but not as stingy as you think."
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "That's good. I feel relieved when you say that."
Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Zhao Linger again and said, "Don't be so proud. The baby in your belly is almost four months old. When you have nothing to do, you can try to persuade Zhang Wuji more."
"It is inevitable that he will be enthroned as emperor. The sooner the better. Otherwise, it will be inconvenient when your belly gets bigger."
After hearing what Zhou Zhiruo said, Zhao Linger laughed and said, "Don't worry, sister. I have already whispered in your ear that the young master will ascend the throne in the next two days. We sisters will make a dragon robe for him. The day the dragon robe is ready will be the day the young master ascends the throne."
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Just as Zhao Linger said, that night, Zhou Zhiruo, Zhu'er, and Han Zhao were pulled into Zhao Linger's room.
Dozens of rolls of silk filled the entire room.
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "Sisters, our man is about to ascend the throne and become emperor. The dragon robe he wears must be sewed by us personally."
Compared to Zhou Zhiruo's calmness, Zhu'er and Han Zhao were extremely excited.
Zhu'er took the lead and picked up a piece of yellow silk: "This material is really beautiful. How about this color?"
There are more than a dozen colors of silk in this room.
Logically speaking, yellow should be the symbol of the emperor.
But at this moment, except for Zhu'er, the other three women were not very satisfied with this color.
The first to speak was Zhao Linger. She said softly, "Logically, the young master's dragon robe should be yellow, but I always feel it is too ordinary."
Han Zhao also quickly said: "I feel the same. The young master is a rare talent. I feel that an ordinary yellow girl is not worthy of him."
Just when these women were worrying about the color of the dragon robe, Zhou Zhiruo walked up to a piece of silk.
"This is it. Among all the colors in the room, only this one suits Zhang Wuji."
Zhao Linger and the other two looked up and saw that Zhou Zhiruo was holding a piece of black silk in her hand.
The three of them were slightly stunned, but then Zhao Linger said, "Okay, this is the color. I once read an ancient book, which recorded that the dragon robe worn by Qin Shihuang was black."
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