"You want a horse carriage?" Xu Huizhen asked. "Husband, have you forgotten? We are exiled criminals now; we have no use for a carriage. These carriages must have been prepared for the escorts."
After all, they needed to carry food and water for the journey. Just look at the large compartments in the back, covered with tarpaulins.
"It was a slip of the tongue," Gu Baijiang said, somewhat humiliated. "Just handle it yourself. Do I have to manage these petty matters too?"
"If you want me to handle it, I need silver. As the head of the household, shouldn't you show some sincerity?" Xu Huizhen seethed with anger just thinking about the luxurious living conditions of his mistress. "You can throw handfuls of silver at your mistress, yet you want to wash your hands of your own wife, children, and grandchildren like a lazy shopkeeper?"
Gu Baijiang glared at her coldly. "Are you asking for a divorce?"
