Quick Wear: The first person to love the host

That afternoon, a large amount of imperial gifts arrived at the Crown Prince's residence.

After the butler checked and verified the gifts, he came over with the gift list to report.

At that time, Qi Jinyu and Su Ziyu had just finished their meal. Su Ziyu had a poor appetite and only drank half a bowl of porridge before refusing to eat anything else.

Qi Jinyu was just wondering how to coax someone into taking medicine when she heard the housekeeper's purpose. Without even thinking, she handed the medicine to Su Ziyu, saying, "Look, is there anything you like that I'll give you?"

In Qi Jinyu's eyes, imperial gifts that cannot be sold for money are just a pile of flashy but impractical waste that can only gather dust in her private treasury.

But now, it can be used to please the lady.

Give your wife whichever one she likes; it would be even better if she liked them all. I once overheard married soldiers chatting in the barracks, saying that their wives managed the money at home.

Oh, right, speaking of money.

Should he have the steward hand over the management of the backyard to the lady? Although the lady is currently in poor health, he still needs to keep his word to prevent any unruly servants from bullying her.

Qi Jinyu secretly kept this in mind.

Su Ziyu took the gift list and glanced through it. He found that all the rewards had impressive-sounding names, but upon closer inspection, few of them were actually valuable, so he lost interest.

It seems this emperor is quite stingy!

These rewards amounted to less than a single finger of the dowry he gave to his sister.

Speaking of dowry, when the original owner was tricked into entering the Su family, part of the dowry was withheld by the Su family, and he had to find a way to get it back.

Su Ziyu looked up and asked the steward, "Is the gift list for tomorrow's homecoming prepared? Bring it here so I can take a look."

The steward first glanced at the prince, and seeing that the prince nodded, he took out a transcribed gift list from his sleeve and handed it over with both hands, saying, "It's all prepared, please take a look, Your Highness."

As Qi Jinyu handed it to him, she frowned and said disapprovingly, "You're still sick. When you return to your parents' home tomorrow, just send some gifts. We can talk about it again when you're feeling better."

Actually, what he really wanted to say was that there was no need to acknowledge such a father and stepmother.

Although this world values ​​filial piety, a man like Su Ziyu's father, who went so far as to force his wife to her death and send his son away in order to climb the social ladder, is utterly unworthy of respect.

Su Ziyu ignored him and forced herself to look closely.

He first roughly went through the estimated prices, then named a few of the most valuable items, "These don't need to be sent. Replace all the gold with silver. Also..."

After all that editing and cutting, the list of gifts for the bride's return visit seemed to have more items, but in reality, they were all just scrap metal and worthless junk.

In truth, if it weren't for the need to consider etiquette, he wouldn't have wanted to give a single penny to that old scoundrel Su Chang.

"this..."

The steward felt it was inappropriate. The return gift represented the face of the First Prince's residence. If it were sent as the Imperial Concubine had suggested, people would probably laugh at them.

The steward looked at Qi Jinyu again, as if seeking his help, hoping that he could dissuade the imperial concubine from making a fool of herself.

Qi Jinyu was very dissatisfied with the steward's repeated disregard for the lady's behavior. "Why are you looking at me? The lady's words are my will. Pass down the word that from now on, the lady will make all the decisions regarding matters within the inner quarters of the mansion."

The butler bowed his head in response, but a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

It's a small matter that he relinquished his stewardship, but if the Imperial Concubine develops any other intentions in the future, not only could she not harm His Highness, but even if she discovered His Highness's headache, it might put His Highness in danger!

Seeing that His Highness was so infatuated with the prince's beauty that he couldn't listen to anything, the steward could only swallow his worries and leave.

After the steward left, Su Ziyu beckoned with her finger. Qi Jinyu looked down and heard Su Ziyu say in a low voice, "You trust me that much? Aren't you afraid I'll turn your prince's residence upside down?"

Qi Jinyu smiled and said, "Whatever makes you happy, Madam."

As he spoke, he scooped up a spoonful of medicine and fed it to Su Ziyu's mouth.

In an instant, the bitter smell of medicine hit his nose. Su Ziyu frowned. He wanted to be stubborn and not take it, but thinking of the original owner's weak body, he finally lowered his head.

The moment her lips touched the spoon, she quickly pulled them away.

Su Ziyu made a condition on the spot: "If I obediently take my medicine, can you take me back to my parents' home tomorrow?"

"No, you are not allowed to go out until you have fully recovered." Qi Jinyu refused without hesitation, and then asked in confusion, "As far as I know, Madam's relationship with the family is not harmonious. Why are you so determined to go back, even disregarding your own health?"

Why else? Of course, it's for his dowry, which is worth a fortune.

However, Qi Jinyu is right. If he goes back while he is ill, even if he gets back the dowry, it will only be a case of killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of his own.

Which is more important, health or money?

Su Ziyu pursed his lips, thought it over and over again, and decided to pass this problem on to Qi Jinyu. After all, his sister was not here now, and it was his responsibility to protect his sister's dowry.

Su Ziyu adjusted her expression and said hesitantly, "Your Highness may not know, but I actually have an older brother. He grew up in my maternal grandparents' home. When he learned of my marriage, he specially sent me a dowry. My father did not bring any dowry with me when I got married. Please ask my husband to send someone to retrieve it."

The word "husband" came out of nowhere, and Qi Jinyu felt a shiver run through her body instantly.

The sensation was like a warm bolt of lightning shooting down my spine, sending shivers through my limbs and bones.

My heart skipped a beat.

Then came a sound like thunder, pounding against the chest.

Qi Jinyu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she met his smiling eyes, and she suddenly felt a sense of liberation from past nightmares and a genuine feeling of living in the present.

God has been kind to him.

He originally thought he would never see Su Ziyu again in this lifetime, but unexpectedly, God gave him a second chance and even told him to marry his beloved in a grand and honorable manner with an eight-bearer sedan chair.

In my previous life, I wouldn't have dared to even imagine this.

He felt a surge of heat rising from his dantian, and he slightly straightened his legs, his voice low and hoarse, "Alright, leave it to me to handle."

Su Zi blinked, her gaze sweeping over the half-splashed medicine on the ground, and then she looked at the giant tent that someone had set up somewhere with a half-smile.

I wanted to call him "husband" to get closer to him, but who would have thought he would be so pathetic as to stand up just because I called him "husband"?

It looks quite big, no wonder it's the male lead.

As Qi Jinyu's gaze grew increasingly intense, Su Ziyu finally realized the danger. To prevent himself from being pounced on and devoured, he could only cough a few times and deliberately try to divert attention.

"Your Highness, guess how much the dowry my brother gave me is worth?"

Qi Jinyu savored the memory of being called "husband," casually uttering a few numbers. Su Ziyu smiled and shook her head, then held up one.

Qi Jinyu's brain finally came back to normal. "Ten thousand taels, brother-in-law is very generous."

Su Ziyu shook his finger, "No, no, no, it's 100,000 taels."

One hundred thousand taels of silver, what a generous sum!

No wonder the lady was so eager to return to her parents' home. He was so envious just listening to it. That old bastard Su Chang deserves to die; he actually dared to embezzle the dowry money.

However, the extent of his wife's wealth truly astonished him.

In comparison, he has the responsibility of feeding hundreds of thousands of people and struggles to raise military funds every year. I hope his wife won't look down on him for being a "poor man"!

"Don't worry, Madam, I will make sure someone brings your dowry back properly."