Daring, who stripped my prince of his vest?

The carriage slowly arrived at the Shangshu Mansion.

Not long after Yin Hai returned home from court, Li Shu hurried forward to report, "Master, the Prince of Jin is here."

"If they are coming, then I will go out to greet them. Why are you making such a fuss? It's so disgraceful." Yin Hai couldn't help but scold.

"No, sir, Prince Jin came with a betrothal gift this time."

Yin Hai was stunned for a moment, "What did you say? Dowry?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hey, go, go, hurry up..." Oh my god, the God of Wealth finally came. The Prince of Jin is the son of the current emperor! How could the betrothal gift he gave be too little?

Yin Hai rushed to the gate of the mansion in a panic.

Zhu Yan was directing his men in an orderly manner to move the betrothal gifts into the Shangshu Mansion one by one.

Yin Hai rushed to the door panting, and the scene in front of him made his eyes light up. More than twenty fully loaded carriages were neatly lined up in front of the Shangshu Mansion.

He tried hard to calm his inner excitement, bowed to Dongfang Mo, pretended to be ignorant and asked: "Your Majesty, what are you doing..."

Dongfang Mo smiled slightly, his voice full of certainty, "Master Yin, I am here today to propose marriage."

"Okay, okay, okay! Your Highness, please come in quickly. My daughter is also in the mansion today."

Yin Qijia was bedridden due to PP's injury. When he learned that Dongfang Mo had come to the Shangshu Mansion to propose marriage, he became extremely anxious and wished he could get up immediately to go and find out what was going on.

"Yin Youyou, I'll let you, little bitch, be proud for a while. When I become the Princess of the Southern Kingdom, I'll settle all the old and new grudges with you."

The fire of jealousy burned in her heart. She was extremely jealous of Yin Youyou's favor and couldn't help cursing her, blaming her for not being worthy of winning the favor of King Jin so easily.

In the front hall, Yin Haizheng and Dongfang Mo were having an awkward conversation.

Dongfang Mo always maintained a calm expression. His responses were brief and cold, "hmm", "okay". Each of his answers was like a piece of cold stone, which made Yin Hai feel even more depressed.

Yin Hai was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. Why was this son-in-law so rude? Or was he dissatisfied with this marriage?

He couldn't help but secretly look at Dongfang Mo, trying to read some clues from his expression.

Just then, a light figure broke the deadlock in the front hall.

"Ah! The prince and dad are having a great chat!"

Yin Youyou walked into the front hall lightly, with a decent smile on her face, walked up to Dongfang Mo generously, saluted gracefully and said: "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you, Your Highness!"

Dongfang Mo raised his head slightly, his eyes stayed on Yin Youyou for a moment, and then he said two words lightly: "No need to be polite."

Although his tone remained cold, Yin Youyou keenly noticed the admiration that flashed across his eyes.

Yin Hai secretly wiped his forehead, the little ancestor finally came.

A girl who is about to get married must not meet the other party, but Dongfang Mo specifically asked to see him, and because of his great power, she had no choice but to obey.

Yin Youyou was surprised when she knew that he had come to the mansion in person today to propose marriage. It was such a trivial matter, but he came in person. She wondered what his plan was.

It is said that in ancient times, unmarried women were not allowed to meet men, but when she heard that it was Dongfang Mo who called her, she didn't find it strange. He was a big boss, and his rules were rules.

Dongfang Mo held a thick gift list in his hand and handed it to Yin Youyou, "Miss Yin, this is the betrothal gift from the king, please keep it."

"Nothing, I will return home first."

After he finished speaking, Dongfang Mo looked at Yin Youyou deeply, and left without waiting for her and Yin Hai to react.

Yin Youyou looked at his departing back, with a big question mark on her forehead.

No, what does the King of Jin mean? Asking her to come here and then get a small notebook in return?

Yin Hai's already wrinkled forehead wrinkled even more. What did the King of Jin mean? He didn't give the betrothal gift to his father-in-law himself, but gave it to Youyou instead. Could it be that he was... on guard against him?

Thinking of this, he looked at the boxes of betrothal gifts in front of him and suddenly found them not attractive anymore.

“Dad, the prince…” Yin Youyou laughed awkwardly and stuffed the gift list to him, “Just give it to Dad for safekeeping!”

"Oh, okay! Okay!" Yin Hai was moved. This girl finally understood him.

However, he was happy for less than three seconds because Yin Youyou's sudden words broke his defense.

"Dad, how is my daughter's dowry prepared? If it's too little, it might embarrass you!"

"Think about it carefully! You are the Minister of Personnel of Nanling State. If your eldest daughter goes out with a dowry as small as a fingernail on her wedding day, will the people point fingers and scold you behind your back? Dad, we can't afford to lose face, right?"

"And there's more! Mother died so early, and I want to take her dowry to the Prince of Jin's mansion to remember her. I wonder if Daddy has asked Aunt Liu to return it as well?"

Yin Youyou beat Yin Hai hard, asking them to spit out the dowry they had swallowed.

Yin Hai was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. How could this damn girl be so clever? A girl from a family brought such a large dowry, and she was not afraid of being robbed on the road.

But he couldn't say anything, not even the word "no", so he could only hold it all in his stomach.

"Yes, yes, Daddy knows. He will make sure that you marry in a grand manner and dazzle their eyes." Yin Hai could only agree with frustration.

Yin Youyou pulled up the corner of his sleeve and said in a coquettish voice, "I know that Daddy treats Youyou the best."

Emma, ​​I am disgusted by myself again, vomit...

Dongfang Mo was in a very good mood when he returned to the palace!

Just because he accomplished a big thing today, he went in person to pay the betrothal gift.

The reason why he gave the gift list to Yin Youyou was because he wanted to use it to warn Yin Hai how much he valued Yin Youyou. He had to bully his own woman, and outsiders were nobody who dared to bully his woman.

Two days later, Yin Youyou was about to go to Yin Hai to ask for the original owner's mother's dowry back, but unexpectedly he sent someone to carry it over.

"Miss, the master has asked someone to bring the mistress's dowry here." Baicao came in and reported to Yin Youyou.

"Well, let's go out and take a look."

Baicao handed over the gift list, "Miss, I took a look at the gift list. Some of the items that were worth silver were sold, but the master made up the money, so it's almost the same."

Humph! Just make up for it?

They might be thinking too much. They dared to occupy the dowry of the original owner's mother for more than ten years. How could they be fair to the original owner if they didn't charge a little interest from them?

She walked over, opened the box, picked up a scroll, and looked at it casually.

"No, this painting is wrong. It's obviously fake."

Liu Duomei, you are simply looking for death. Do you think she is just a little kid now?

Little did she know that she was no longer the illiterate Yin Youyou. Her great uncle in modern times was a senior collector. She often heard him talk about how to distinguish the authenticity of collections. Under his influence, she also learned a little bit.

Sure enough, the truth and the falsehood are easy to confuse the vision, and those who don’t know the tricks are really fooled by her.