Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Yan Xueqi stamped her feet, hugged Tian Jiaying's arm, and acted coquettishly towards Yan Xiaozhen: "Dad, I don't care. I also have a share of the dowry. Why should the emperor give it all to Yan Xining? I don't agree. Go and petition in the memorial!"

"Ahem…why? Isn't it obvious?!"

Chu Jinxun's voice came in abruptly. It was so weak that it lacked strength, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

Yan Xiaozhen's eyes flashed, and he slowly released his hand that was almost clenched to bleed from his sleeve.

The emperor ordered that all of it be given to Yan Xining, but if Yan Xining wanted to give half to her sister, the emperor would not interfere.

Yan Xiaozhen smiled and said, "My dear son-in-law, no matter what, Xining and Xueqi are twins from the same mother, so it's only right that the things their mother left behind be divided equally! Everything should be fair, don't you agree?"

No matter how well he concealed the probing tone and the calculation in his eyes, it could not hide his true purpose.

Chu Jinxun took the tea bowl Jingfeng handed over and took a sip of the ginseng tea. "One has lived a life of luxury in the capital for sixteen years, with his father's love; the other has lived in hardship and poverty in the countryside for sixteen years, all alone, with only his mother's entire dowry to fill the gap! So, my father is not senile! What do you think, Lord Marquis?"

Tian Jiaying's face was pale.

Yan Xiaozhen's fake smile also froze.

He didn't get a single word out of me and was ridiculed instead. He really brought shame upon himself!

Quanzhong smiled faintly, "My Lord, you're a little too impatient. Your eldest daughter is marrying Prince An, so you're a royal relative now. Why make such a scene?"

Looking at his smiling face, Yan Xiaozhen was filled with anger and resentment, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he had to force a smile to greet Quanzhong.

If it weren't for the eunuch's mischief, they wouldn't have tried their best to distance themselves from the matter before receiving the order.

However, although he was upset, he was not panicked.

Prince An looks so sick and weak, he won't live for many years. If he offends someone, then that's it. He can't turn the tables!

The Sixth Prince admired Qi'er very much. As the Marquis of Weiyuan, he also had some weight. As long as...

He is not afraid of a sick person.

Yan Xining held up the thick booklet in his hand and said, "Father, the Emperor has ordered that it be done immediately. What is this immediately?"

Yan Xiaozhen glared at her fiercely, turned around, and said with a gloomy expression: "Send someone to the warehouse immediately to count the dowry!"

The imperial decree has been issued, and you have to give it even if you don’t want to.

If I had known earlier, I would have let that rebellious girl die outside and avoided this incident today.

However, when his eyes fell on Yan Xueqi's pouting face, his heart softened again. What's the point of taking the dowry? She's about to become a widow! And his Qi'er has a bright future. There will be great wealth waiting for her in the future!

Counting the dowry was quite straightforward.

After all, the booklet is there, so even if Tian Jiaying wants to tamper with it, she has nowhere to do it.

Some used or damaged items can be replaced at a discount!

The deeds to the land and shops were counted one by one.

So, Prince An and his wife went as if they were going to purchase goods. They carried three loads of gifts when they left, but when they counted the dowry and were ready to leave, there were as many as seventy-one loads.

Among them, sixty-eight loads were Luo Yiyun’s dowry.

Quanzhong didn't know whether he had received orders from the emperor or he just loved to watch the fun, but he insisted on taking the two young eunuchs to watch the entire inventory.

It’s a thick booklet, and it takes a lot of time just to count each item one by one.

However, this did not pose a problem for Chu Jinxun. He asked Caizhu and Jingfeng to split into two groups, one to borrow people from the *** mansion, and the other to go back to the mansion and ask the housekeeper Wu to bring everyone over.

The scene was lively, but Tian Jiaying looked as if she had eaten a fly.

After counting each item, it was like cutting off a piece of her flesh, but she continued to look at it in a self-torturing manner.

The one with the most leisure was Quanzhong. He sat at the table drinking tea, chatting, watching the fun, and talking to Chu Jinxun and Yan Xining. The Marquis' Mansion also provided him with good tea and snacks.

After finally finishing the inventory and looking at the long rows of boxes, Chu Jinxun smiled at Yan Xining and ordered, "Butler Wu, escort these princess's dowries back to the mansion first!"

The dowry was carried away right before our eyes.

Yan Xiaozhen and Tian Jiaying's faces were so gloomy that they looked like water was about to drip out.

When the last three people passed by, Chu Jinxun said, "Wait!"

The six servants carrying the boxes paused.

"Put it down and open the box!"

After the servants did as they were told, Chu Jinxun pointed at the things and said slowly, "This is the return gift! Even though you don't want it, I still want to show it to you, lest people who don't know the truth gossip about it and think that our Anwang Mansion doesn't value the princess's return and the gifts are perfunctory!"

The last box was shining with gold.

When Yan Xiaozhen and Tian Jiaying saw the golden pig as a return gift, they realized that it was made of solid gold and was the same size as a newborn piglet, and the two servants couldn't even lift it.

The two looked at each other, and both of their faces twitched.

Did they say no?

But now, even if you beat them to death, they can’t shamelessly ask for it!

Chu Jinxun noticed their eyes seemed glued to the piglet, so he coughed lightly and explained, "Hey, I saw Xining's dowry the night before last, and I thought the Marquis's Mansion was just like my own, ahem... so broke we can barely make ends meet! Yesterday, the Emperor awarded me a thousand taels of gold, and I took half and had it melted overnight to create this little golden piglet. I originally wanted to share the good fortune and strengthen the relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law. Ahem... but I didn't expect the Marquis's wife to be so disgusted."

Yan Xiaozhen's breathing became unstable.

Is this sick guy just trying to poke people in the heart with his words?

He cursed in his heart, but managed a smile: "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"

"How can this be a misunderstanding?" Chu Jinxun shook his head. "Now I see the dowry my mother-in-law left behind. There are more than a hundred deeds to the land and shops alone. Two special boxes are needed to store them. How much silver must the profits of the past twenty years have cost! The Marquis' Mansion is extremely wealthy and would not even consider these five hundred taels of gold! Marquis Yan, the silver of the Marquis' Mansion is more than the national..."

When Yan Xiaozhen heard this, his face changed drastically. His hands were faster than his brain and he went to cover Chu Jinxun's mouth.

Quanzhong is still here. If his words were to reach the emperor's ears and the emperor believed them, the Weiyuan Marquisate would become a thorn in the emperor's eyes.

But he seemed to have completely ignored his own physique and strength, and the cover even brought wind. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Chu Jinxun also took a step forward, and the action of covering his mouth suddenly turned into a slap on the forehead.

"Ugh..." Chu Jinxun cried out in pain, his eyes rolled back, and he fell backwards without a sound.

Quanzhong was extremely agile at this point, leaping over in one step to support the man. He turned around and stared in disbelief, "Lord Yan, even if the prince said something you didn't like, you can't be so harsh!"

Yan Xiaozhen stared blankly at his own hands. His hands were indeed heavy; they were the hands of a martial artist, after all, capable of swinging swords weighing dozens of kilograms. But just now, he hadn't intended to strike anyone; he had merely tried to stop Chu Jinxun from saying anything shocking.

When Quan Zhongyi scolded him, he hurriedly defended himself: "No, I didn't use any force..."

"Look at what you said. Can the prince's body withstand your force? Who in the capital doesn't know what his condition is? He was unconscious before this. It was not until the wedding that he was able to get up and walk. With a slap like that, who knows how long the prince will have to lie down!"

Jing Feng and Jing Qing came over to support the man, looking at Yan Xiaozhen with vigilance and unfriendly eyes.

Yan Xining's face was filled with shock and hurt: "Father, even if you don't like me, you can just do it to me. His Highness just said a few words, you won't kill him, right?"