Not Short on Money

When the Prince arrived in the outskirts and saw the spot where the solid ice had originally been covered all over with his own mansion guards, he had no idea what kind of commotion this was.

"Aunt Li said that solid ice contains spiritual energy and is good for ordinary people." When the Prince went to find Liao Xing, this was the answer he got from him.

"Really?" The Prince was somewhat skeptical. Something casually made up just like that was beneficial?

"Probably! Aunt Li wouldn't lie to me!" Liao Xing did not have confidence in this solid ice; when it came to anything Luo Yunji made, the word "confidence" simply did not exist for him. He only had confidence in Li Qinghe—at the very least, she would not lie to him.

"Then I'll make a trip to the palace. For a good thing like this, the Imperial Guard should get a share too." With that, he ran off.

Liao Xing knew his father and the Emperor had a deep bond. He had long been used to it since childhood, so he did not feel unhappy about it either.

When Luo Yunji woke up, he found himself inside something sturdy, with darkness all around him. After feeling about for quite a while, he finally realized he was inside the ice.

After finally squeezing his way out from among a mass of "human patches," he saw the sun right overhead. He turned to look behind him and discovered the huge block of ice densely covered with people. He had absolutely no idea what they were doing. He rubbed his stomach and curled his lip. Just then, he saw the Quadruplets not far away, all propping up their chins and looking in the same direction, so he walked over.

Luo Yunji came