Prince Zhongshun's Gift

Night was drawing near.

The wheels crunched through snow more than a foot deep, letting out harsh squeaks and groans.

Sun Shaozong held a hand warmer as he reclined in the carriage, mulling over his conversation with Chen Xingzhi. He truly did not know how to feel about it.

Saving Su Xingfang's wife and child had been unexpectedly easy.

Yet the process had left Sun Shaozong rather speechless.

When Sun Shaozong had cautiously brought up Su Xingfang's wife and child, he had only meant to sound Chen Xingzhi out first before deciding how to broach the matter.

Who would have thought that before he had even finished his probing remarks, Chen Xingzhi would put on a lewd expression and say that the young wife of the Su Family was indeed quite the beauty.

Fuck!

What did he take him for?

Sun Shaozong had immediately grown annoyed. Gritting his teeth and glaring, he simply tacitly agreed—whatever else happened, saving them first could not be wrong.

And so, Su Xingfang's wife and child had been kept at Dali Temple. Once the paperwork passed through the Education Department, they could officially enter Sun Mansion as government-sold slaves.

Looking only at the result, it was still acceptable.

But the process...

Forget it. The process was not important. What mattered was that he had fulfilled his promise.

As for whether he would "raise your wife and child for you," that would depend on the choice Su Xingfang's wife made.

"Whoa!"

Just as he was pondering this, Zhang Cheng suddenly slammed on the brakes up ahead. Though the carriage had not been moving quickly, it still slid a considerable distance over the snow before barely coming to a stop.

"What happened?"

Sun Shaozong lifted the curtain and poked his head outside. Not far ahead, a carriage