Zhu Yan counted the days and said: "Today is the second day of November. So, there is still more than a month before the opening of the Divine Lord's treasure house?"
Xia Yuanqiu said: "Yes, so we still have time."
Zhu Yan was puzzled: "When is the time left? What else do you want to do?"
Xia Yuanqiu smiled slightly and said: "Have you forgotten, about Yuan Hao's marriage? Didn't you say that you would accompany me to Yaowang Valley and personally apply to my uncle for employment?"
Zhu Yan slapped his head and said with a smile: "Yes, I forgot about this. Fortunately, there is still more than a month, which is enough to prepare."
To Zhu Yan, Xia Yuanhao was like his biological brother. He loved him not just because he was Yuan Qiu's younger brother, but because he truly loved him and regarded him as his dearest relative.
"Don't worry, leave this matter to me!" Zhu Yan promised, patting his chest.
This matter really had to be left to him. She didn't understand the rules of Xiliang Kingdom's recruitment. Zhu Yan was the prince, so he could not go wrong in handling this matter according to the highest standards of his royal family.
Although she had been prepared in her heart, when Zhu Yan placed all the prepared betrothal gifts in front of her, she was still shocked from ear to ear.
He has prepared a large box of all the precious leather and brocade products that are famous in the world, including pearls, agate, gold and jade jewelry, ranging from head and face to jewel-embroidered shoes. They are all packed together, and now there are millions of taels of silver. , packed in iron boxes, boxes of them piled in the yard, a large box of banknotes, as much as a million taels.
Xia Yuanhao and others heard the news and came over. Looking at the piles of things in the yard, he asked Zhu Yan: "Brother-in-law, are you going to open a store after receiving the goods?" Could it be that brother-in-law no longer wants to be the prince, but wants to Switch to business
Xia Yuanqiu said with a smile: "Your brother-in-law prepared these for you. How do you like them? Are you satisfied?"
Xia Yuanhao was puzzled: "Prepared for me? What is it for?"
Zhu Yan reached out and knocked on his head and said, "Have you forgotten? Didn't your sister say yesterday that she would take you back to Yaowang Valley and come to ask for your hand in marriage?"
Xia Yuanhao finally understood and pointed at the things in the yard: "So, these things are all my betrothal gifts?"
Zhu Yan nodded: "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
Xia Yuanhao smiled stupidly: "I am satisfied, but this is too expensive!"
Zhu Yan smiled and said: "Fool, we are a family. You are getting married. We will spend some money to buy things for you. We are happy. You don't need to think too much. Just wait and marry your bride."
No woman in the world would be unhappy seeing such a betrothal gift, not to mention that the person asking to marry her was still her sweetheart.
Jiang Xin looked at the betrothal gifts all over the yard and immediately felt that she was mentally unbalanced. She shouted to Gongsun Shuo: "Gongsun Shuo, look, look, they are all girls. Why didn't there be so many when I got married?" Betrothal gift." To be precise, there was no betrothal gift at all. At that time, Gongsun Shuo was penniless. Even the house where they got married was bought for them by Zhu Yan, not to mention how shabby it was.
Gongsun Shuo said: "It's not like our Gongsun family can't afford such a betrothal gift. Who says I'm not the young master of the Gongsun family now." He sighed pretending to be regretful.
Jiang Xin immediately raised her eyebrows and said coquettishly: "Listen to what you mean, do you regret giving up your identity as the second son of the Gongsun family for me? Okay, it's not too late to regret it now. The worst you can do is go back. I, Jiang Xinjue, I won’t keep you.”