Zhao Ming lifted his cup and took a sip of wine, quietly watching them leave, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
With such a lack of money and no taxes being levied, where does she plan to get the funds?
When Zhao Hanzhang left the door, she saw Zhao Hu's carriage, a double-horse carriage draped with thin gauze. The gauze had gotten dirty along the way, and the servants were taking down the hanging ornaments like gems and jade, then taking off the gauze to replace it with new ones.
She couldn't help but stop and ask, "What do you do with the gauze you take down?"
The servants, upon seeing her, immediately bowed and stood up straight, not daring to look at her, and respectfully replied, "We wash it clean to use as a replacement."
Zhao Hanzhang nodded. Fortunately, it's not so extravagant as to be thrown away after one use, but... it's still quite extravagant. Can't the carriage cover be made of stain-resistant and cheap blue cloth?
