Pei Yanzhi arrived quickly.
The young man looked at the betrothal gift list by candlelight, while Jiang Shuwan sat hesitantly beside him, looking uneasy.
“I don’t know what happened. I just showed my filial piety to the old lady, and she gave me these things.”
The young girl's porcelain-white face was filled with the fear and anxiety of a new bride.
When Pei Yanzhi looked over, she tugged at the clothes she was wearing, looking like she hadn't slept well and had specially invited him over.
“I couldn’t sleep either, and I didn’t know what to do, so I asked my husband to come over and discuss it with me.”
Actually, her things had already been put into storage.
"The things the old lady gave me are too valuable; I feel really uneasy about it."
Actually, she wasn't uneasy at all.
As she spoke, she looked at the young minister, asking him to make a decision.
"Husband, do you think I should go back?"
The boy withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "What Grandmother gave you is yours. Keep it."
After saying that, he went back to his study.
Chunxing poked her head out from the outer room, "Miss, why isn't the young master reacting at all?"
"Miss, it seems that your attempt to complain to the young master has not worked."
The next day, Qingxing saw a carriage full of gifts prepared by Pei Yanzhi for her return visit.
Besides countless kinds of fruits, sweets, and dried fruits, there was also a blue-and-white bamboo leaf brush with purple hair.
The brush handle is decorated with blue and white bamboo leaves, the patterns are elegant and delicate, and the arrangement is sparse and well-organized.
It is the most popular pen among scholars today, with an annual production capacity of only about twenty. The wealthy and powerful vie to buy it, driving up the price and making it extremely difficult to obtain.
Father Jiang had been eyeing it for a long time but had never been able to use it.
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