I didn't Arrange for You to Meet the Old General?

Before leaving, Su Yingxue still kissed his cheek reluctantly.

Chu Yihan's expression was cold as he walked out, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved.

Inside the Ninth Prince's Mansion, the people who had already rested began to count the gifts in the boxes according to Chu Yihan's instructions.

The boxes, which filled the two courtyards, were all the betrothal gifts Chu Yihan had prepared for Su Yingxue.

Outside the study, servants were counting the gifts.

Inside the study, Mo Qi and the old steward were with Chu Yihan.

Chu Yihan held a long list of gifts in his hands. If it weren't for Mo Qi holding it, it would have fallen to the ground.

Chu Yihan's handsome brows were still tightly knitted. "Isn't this betrothal gift a bit too small?"

The old steward almost sprained his ankle as he stood on the flat ground. "Your Highness, this gift list is three times more than when the emperor married the empress!"