"Let go! Stop pulling and tugging. This is our prince's wife!"

Li Jiu raised his sword and hit the back of Sang Daqing's hand, speaking in a rough voice.

"The Crown Prince's wife?" Sang Daqing was surprised and delighted. "Wait, you've become rich!"

He spun around in joy, half-bending and holding onto Sang Wan's arms: "Does our mother know? When will the wedding be held? I'm now the uncle of the Duke's Mansion. This is really a case of wealth knocking on my door, and I have no choice! Wan, where is the betrothal gift? Why haven't you brought it home?"

Sang Wan snorted coldly: "The five hundred taels of gold I got for the prince's wedding were all used to pay off your gambling debts."

Sang Daqing was stunned. The betrothal gifts were gone?

Li Jiu frowned and couldn't help but draw his sword, wanting to kill Sang Daqing.

Sang Wan saw something was wrong and held him down: "Brother Li Jiu, let me have a conversation with them."

Li Jiu said in a muffled voice: "Grandma, call me if you need anything."

He swung his fist at Sang Daqing, who was frightened and shrank his neck to hide behind Sang Wan.

"Sang Daqing, did you take my gold medal?" Sang Wan's eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Nonsense! What gold medal? I've never even seen one!"

Sang Daqing waved his sleeves and leaned forward again with a flattering look on his face: "Prince Pei is so kind to you, giving you gold ingots and gold medals? What does that gold medal look like? Ask the prince for one too, so that you can open your brother's eyes too."

Sang Wan felt a sinking feeling in her heart when she saw that his expression didn't seem like he was lying.

It seems that the one who took the Imperial City Commander's Card was Liu Yumei.

"The Sihai Casino has been confiscated, and you don't have to pay back the remaining money. Sang Daqing, I have done my best for you. Please calm down and bring your sister-in-law and Fang'er back as soon as possible." Sang Wan said coldly.

"Your sister-in-law is as stubborn as a donkey. Without money, there's no way she can be persuaded." Sang Daqing rubbed his hands, his eyes sparkling. "You are now the wife of the prince of the Duke's Mansion. You are so rich and powerful. I guess hundreds or even thousands of taels of silver are within your reach, right? Don't you want your brother and sister-in-law to live a tight life? Give me some money to spend."

"Oh, Sang Daqing, you have a beautiful idea! I have already given you all my money. How can I have any more money now? Don't listen to Li Jiu's nonsense. I am just a lucky charm."

"A lady who is in need of marriage is still a lady. Look at how respectful that black-faced demon (referring to Li Jiu) is to you. You can imagine how much Prince Pei loves you. It's too late. Even a hero can't resist the temptation of a beautiful woman. Go and act coquettishly and shed a few tears. I don't believe that Prince Pei will not give you hundreds of taels."

"Go, go, go away." Sang Wan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. She waved her hand to the maid to go aside and asked, "How is my mother?"

The maid glanced at Li Jiu's position and lowered her head: "Madam is very worried and asked me to pass on a few words to you, young lady."

Sang Wan nodded, and the two of them walked a little further out. The maid whispered a few words.

Sang Wanqing coughed and deliberately said loudly, "I know. Tell mother that the prince treats me very well. If she's worried, come here every day and tell her."

"Yes." The maid respectfully stepped aside.

Sang Daqing came up again with a licking face: "Awan, if you don't have a hundred taels, ten or eight taels will do."

Sang Wan felt helpless and touched his waist, pulling out ten taels of silver: "This is the money the prince gave me to buy medicine. This is the last time, Sang Daqing!"

Sang Daqing put the silver ingot in his mouth and took a bite, squinting his eyes with joy.

"Okay, then I'll go back today. I'll come back tomorrow."

Sang Wan gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and said something harsh:

"Bah, if you dare come tomorrow, I'll break your legs."

*

Returning to Zhaoyun Courtyard, Sang Wan was in a state of anxiety.

Pei Jinzhi thought she was just angry with Sang Daqing and pulled her into his arms: "I'll ask Li Jiu to chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

When Sang Wan heard this, she felt even more uncomfortable.

"When my father was alive, he was quite honest. But as soon as he died, all his bad habits came out. Not only did he lose all the family property, but he also used me to gamble with him time and again. I really wanted to chop him up. But he is my only son, and she is always hoping that he will turn over a new leaf. Alas!"

"If you ask me, your mother is also confused. A loving mother often spoils her child." Pei Jinzhi's starry eyes moved slightly, "You are just an adopted daughter, have you ever thought about leaving them?"

Sang Wan barely hesitated. "I know I don't mean as much to my mother as Sang Daqing. But she picked me up and raised me. If it weren't for her and my father, I would have died long ago. If I leave, who can my mother rely on?"

"So you're willing to let Sang Daqing sell you out again and again?" Pei Jinzhi felt distressed and couldn't help but pat her back, resting his chin on her hair: "You've suffered so much. I wish I had come earlier."

Sang Wan's eyes turned red, and she remembered Madam Cheng's warning, so she stood up and left Pei Jinzhi's arms.

"After a while... after you and I get divorced, I'll go back and work with my mother on embroidery, and I'll be able to support the family. I have no control over whether Sang Daqing lives or dies."

Pei Jinzhi felt empty in his arms. When he heard the word divorce, his heart turned cold again: "Not everyone is Baili Xi, who would buy your embroidered handkerchief for twenty taels."

Pei Jinzhi lowered his eyes, straightened his robe, and without even looking at her, stood up and left.

"June's face." Sang Wan looked at his back: "He changes his face faster than turning the pages of a book."

Yun Que burst out laughing. "You're so hurtful, it's strange that the prince isn't angry."

Sang Wan frowned and smiled reluctantly: "He is narrow-minded, I won't bother with him."

Yun Que covered her mouth and chuckled, "Uncle wants money, and the last thing the prince needs is money. Why don't you just ask for it?"

"That won't do! Sang Daqing is a bottomless pit that no one can fill."

Sang Wan sat down, propped up her chin with her hand, and sighed:

"What's more, Pei Jinzhi and I...were all in a deal. Even if we get divorced, I still have to pay him back. Yun Que, you know, I just broke his jade vase yesterday. So, all in all, I owe him a lot of money. How many handkerchiefs will I have to embroider to pay him back?"

Yun Que was really at her wit's end: "Oh my dear, please don't mention divorce again. Didn't you see how the prince's face darkened when he heard those two words?!"

Whenever Sang Wan thought about this, she got a severe headache.

The imperial edict and the divorce were like two tight hoops that made it hard for her to breathe.

Madam Cheng came today to threaten her not to forget the important matter after entering Pei Mansion.

She was wondering how to complete the mission and escape with her life.

"Forget it, don't think about it, practice calligraphy."

She raised her hand and asked Yunque to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Skylark was a well-behaved child and quickly prepared everything:

"Grandma, you finally figured it out. The prince loves calligraphy and painting, so you should practice calligraphy."

Only by catering to their preferences can the couple enjoy harmony.

Yunque began to look forward to the bright future of Zhaoyunyuan.

Sang Wan bit the pen and recalled the calligraphy technique Pei Jinzhi taught her, every horizontal stroke, every vertical stroke, with great care.

Before she knew it, she had been practicing for the entire afternoon.

When Pei Jinzhi heard that she was practicing calligraphy, his anger subsided a lot.

Li Jiu smiled mischievously: "Grandma is trying hard to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, which shows her sincerity."

Pei Jinzhi couldn't suppress the corners of his lips, and said with disdain: "I'll go and give you some pointers, why don't you just scribble on some tortoise shell instead."

Before he finished speaking, his legs had already stepped out the door.

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