Donate 300,000 yuan to invite the God of War to marry, and I ask for a divorce

After a little thought, Wan Zhou made a compensation list for two items.

One piece is a peony jade pot with handles made by the famous craftsman Master Zheng, worth 680 taels.

Also on display was a pair of tribute-grade porcelain vases with a pattern of warm spring river water, valued at 560 taels.

The prices of these two items were not fabricated by Wan Zhou. She had seen them in Hua Yang's private storehouse, and Hua Yang told her the prices. As for why they were so expensive, it was because they were made by masters and were rare, so there was no market for them.

Bai Lu's eye twitched when he saw this.

The lady didn't bring in any valuable ornaments.

What Miss Wang broke just now were just some common ornaments. The colorful porcelain box on the dressing table used to store lip balm was the most valuable, but it was only worth 60 taels.

This?

The lady is really very black.

However, she likes such ladies, and the darker they are, the better she likes them.

Through the confrontations over the past two days, Wan Zhou has already figured out some of Wang Sijun's character.

A typical young lady, everything is centered around herself. She can be said to do whatever she wants and does things without caring about the lives of others, which is similar to the information she has previously obtained.

A person of Wang Sijun's character and status would not go to great lengths to do something behind your back. She has no need and no desire to be sneaky. If she is unhappy, she will mess with you in person anytime and anywhere.

What Wan Zhou wants to do is to make Wang Sijun understand that she will pay a price for every bad thing she does.

More than 1000 taels of silver is not a lot for either the Wang or Ji family. But no matter how rich they are, would you try to give away 1000 taels for nothing?

That’s all for now.

If you don't learn your lesson, you will do more next time.

Wan Zhou had just woken up from his lunch break and was still a little groggy when he heard Qiu Ge come in and report that Miss Wan'er had arrived.

Since someone was coming, he was a guest. Wan Zhou yawned lazily and went to the outer hall to receive him.

Mu Wan'er came towards her slowly, carrying a two-drawer food box, wearing a light blue dress, a white jade hairpin, a slender waist, her red lips slightly pursed, her almond eyes smiling.

"Wan'er greets fourth cousin-in-law." Mu Wan'er greeted Wan Zhou with a smile on her face. Her tone was gentle and cordial.

"You?" Wan Zhou indicated that he didn't know her.

But in fact, she knew Mu Wan'er. She had never seen her, but she had heard of her.

Mrs. Wang gave birth to 6 sons and no daughters, so she treated Mu Wan'er as her own. It was said that she was very beautiful, and her skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting were not inferior to any other noble lady, and she enjoyed a good reputation in Shangjing.

As soon as I saw her, I knew she was indeed a beauty. Mu Wan'er's facial features, body shape, and voice all met the standards of a beauty.

Soft and delicate, like a bunch of singing cherry blossoms.

"Cousin, call me Wan'er." Mu Wan'er put the food box on the table. The maid beside her took over and told Wan Zhou her identity in detail, which was almost the same as what she knew.

"Sister Wan'er is so beautiful." Wan Zhou said sincerely. She had nothing else to say.

"Cousin, please don't make fun of Wan'er." Mu Wan'er looked shy and did not forget to look at Wan Zhou while speaking.

She kept smiling, but after looking at Wan Zhou, her heart couldn't help but be moved.

As a woman, she was confident enough about her appearance, but now when she saw Wan Zhou, she was bright but cold, unique and charming, and her clear eyes seemed unable to see through anything mundane.

She was sore.

Wan Zhou's tired face and the marks on his neck made her heart ache.

It was she who personally gave Ji Nanzheng to Gu Wanzhou to enjoy. Someone like Wang Sijun, who was reluctant to give up everything, would only make herself look like a clown. How could she get Ji Nanzheng?

Mu Wan'er would not lose the big for the small. On the contrary, she would gain the big with the small. It was worth it to exchange Ji Nanzheng's one night for Gu Wanzhou's death.

But when she saw those traces of lovemaking with her own eyes, she couldn't help but recall the fierce battle last night. She knew that it was the instinct under the effect of the aphrodisiac, but she still couldn't help the sour emotions that surged out.

She realized that when it came to Ji Nanzheng's matter, she wasn't as able to let it go as she thought.

Fortunately, she has always been good at being patient, and she hid all these unspeakable emotions.

At the moment, her goal was to make Wanzhou eat the cake mixed with contraceptive medicine. Gu Wanzhou was abandoned by Ji Nanzheng, and she would not have the opportunity to sleep with him in the future. As long as she did not give birth to a child, it would not matter if she occupied the title of the legal wife. She was just a hated and resentful woman in the harem, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

Mu Wan'er's almond-shaped eyes were filled with a smile as she opened the food box and brought out a plate of crisp candies: "Cousin, this is Cousin Yun's favorite snowflake crisps."

"My cousin Yun is a straightforward person and actually has no ill intentions. She asked me to bring this snowflake crisp to express her apology to my cousin's wife for what happened this morning." Mu Wan'er had a sincere smile in her eyes, as if she was pleading for her sister.

"Take it back. I don't dare to eat anything she gave me." Wan Zhou was not going to buy it and said it bluntly.

"Sister Yun really went too far." Mu Wan'er was not annoyed and took out a plate of snow-white pastries from another drawer.

"This was made by Wan'er herself. I think it's delicious. I wonder if sister-in-law would appreciate the favor?"

"Xueyun Cake?" Wan Zhou blurted out.

Xueyun Cake is a rice cake filled with red bean paste. It is named Xueyun Cake because the red bean paste can be seen under the snow-white skin, which looks like clouds wrapped in snow.

It was her favorite pastry in her previous life.

But now she didn't even want to hear its name, let alone have a bite.

In her previous life, they mixed the chronic poison they gave her into cloud ice cream because she loved it.

She now sees this thing as poison, how could she possibly eat it?

But Mu Wan'er was looking at him, her eyes revealing an eagerness to be recognized, and Wan Zhou felt embarrassed.

It is impossible to eat it, but refusing directly in this situation is very uncultured and can easily attract hatred.

After thinking for a while, Wan Zhou ordered: "Bai Lu, go make a bowl of almond honey."

Bai Lu moved quickly and brought the food to the table.

Wan Zhou took the porcelain bowl out of the tray, pushed it in front of Mu Wan'er, and said with a smile: "Sister Wan'er, my almond honey is really delicious. Try it with the snow cloud cake. I guarantee it will taste different."

Wan Zhou didn't have any other intentions, so Mu Wan'er could eat the things she brought herself.