The prince who had been in the enemy's country for twelve years came back. The first thing he said when he met Cheng Yizhao was "I want to marry your sister."
"Okay, it's settled, bring me the betrothal gift." Cheng Yizhao readily agreed, as if his cabbage was eaten by a pig for fear that the pig would not be responsible for it.
Speaking of the betrothal gift, there was nothing much that could be said about the identity of the six-year-old hostage. Song Xuange was a little embarrassed, "Can it be made up for in the future, or I don't want the dowry."
"Okay, the betrothal gift will be paid for later. The condition is that your future heir must be born to my sister Cheng Yisi."
"It's natural." Song Xuange didn't hesitate at all. Cheng Yizhao was very satisfied with him. After all, he was his brother-in-law who had been cultivated since he was a child. "As for the dowry, I will give it to Cheng Yisi, and I will send it to you across the country." Her sister had a vicious eye and kidnapped an emperor for her. She naturally gave her a post, so in the future, she would not have to worry about eating and drinking without anyone threatening her.
Motto: In adversity, you have the ability to create a bright future.