"Have someone return the things we owe Father Emperor, Mother Empress, and our brothers and sisters tonight. Then, have the steward get some suitable gifts from Zixi to send along with them."
What else could Ji Xiaosong do? This was the father of her future children. It was fine if he was a little poor; she had money.
Besides, the people of the Royal Family were truly devoted to the common folk, which was why they had become so poor.
To her, wealth was just a worldly possession. The treasures in her space were innumerable; she didn't care about such a small amount.
Chu Qingyun's eyes lit up when he heard Ji Xiaosong say this, but then they dimmed again.
"Song, wouldn't this be inappropriate? After all, this is all your dowry. It's unheard of for a husband's family to spend the wife's dowry."
