Su Qianqian lay paralyzed on the soft couch in the richest man's mansion, twirling iced grapes and listening to the cashier's report: "The West Market Grain Shop was robbed of business by Prince Jing's Mansion."
"Sell the grapes for three days at a loss of 30% of the price, and if you rob them again, we will give away the old grain." She carelessly threw away the grapes. The accountant was stunned—how could the richest man behave so badly?
The news reached Prince Jing Xiao Ce, and his fingertips turned white while holding the account book. The guard said, "The Su Dong family is deliberately making fun of you." Xiao Ce smiled, remembering that she told His Majesty at the palace banquet that she "just wanted to lie down and collect money," but she made the business bigger than his copper mine.
Late at night, Xiao Ce sat next to her bed soaked in night dew. Su Qianqian shrank back: "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of Yu Shi Shen?"
"You want to ruin my business?" He brushed away the stray hair from her cheeks.
"You want me to fight with all my strength?" Su Qianqian's eyes were full of laziness, "Are you worthy? If you get in the way, I will break the way."
Xiao Ce suddenly grabbed her wrist and traced the silver lock with his fingertips: "Qianqian, you don't need to use all your strength. If you show off, I will clear the way for you. Just stay by my side."
Su Qianqian was stunned and smiled: "The prince wants to support the richest man in ruins?"
Xiao Ce took her into his arms and said, "Well, I will only raise you."
