“Ahem.” Cui Wenjing interrupted the newlyweds, who were gazing tenderly at each other through the veil. He said slowly, “According to tradition, the groom should take the bride to his home. But given the current circumstances, we’ve kept things simple. We’ve prepared a new bridal chamber at an estate just outside the manor. Consider it a gift to King Zhao. This way, there’s no misunderstanding about him marrying into the Cui Clan or something.”0

This moment was supposed to be the customary parental counseling segment, but with the mother-in-law silent in apprehension and Instructor Sun nothing more than a decorative figure, Cui Wenjing found himself unable to deliver a proper lecture. His tone could only shift to practical matters.0

Zhao Changhe replied, “I didn’t think about that… Thank you for being so thoughtful, Father-in-law.”0

Cui Wenjing nodded. “According to custom, gifts would be presented to the groom during the bow to the elders. We’ll skip that part. The estate is already yours, and the rest will be sent to the capital.”0

Zhao Changhe: “…”0

“Money, grain, weapons, armor, warhorses. Take it or leave it.”0

“…I’ll take it.”0

“Also, the Qinghe Mirror you borrowed. It’s yours now. That’s it. We’re done here.” Cui Wenjing waved his hand dismissively, a sullen expression crossing his face. For all his urgency to marry off his daughter—even to the point of hastily arranging the ceremony before the Wang Clan’s defeat—he found himself feeling suffocated at the end.0

Damn it, after raising this flower for so many years, now...2