On a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, Xuanyuan Po eagerly opened the bridal chamber door, and what he saw was:
Xi Yan took off her wedding veil, took off her phoenix crown, and sat cross-legged on the bed to count the dowry - piles of silver notes, land deeds, and farm property.
Xuanyuan Po looked at his little money-obsessed princess and said with a smile: "I am lucky enough to marry a princess who is extremely wealthy."
"After the marriage, all the money in the palace will be put into my small treasury and will be managed by the princess myself."
"It's not a bad idea."
"All your former concubines have been sent away, and I will not give them monthly salary."
"Let your Majesty handle it."
"You deserve to be so happy and leave no way out for yourself?"
"It doesn't matter, I can just follow the princess to eat soft food from now on." After Xuanyuan Po said, he waved his long sleeves and extinguished the red candle.
Intention: Thousands of gold are spent, and the throne is ostentatious, which is not as good as being single-minded.