"Little Luoshui, what is all this...?"
The emperor hurriedly changed the subject, pointing at the lively procession behind Wenren Luoshui, its drums and gongs thundering.
"Hehe, Your Majesty, look! This is all pure gold~"
Before she could speak, Wenren Qiao, the Prince of Beiping, cheerfully put away the sunflower seeds he had yet to finish and approached the emperor with two heavy, gleaming gold ingots.
Once beside the emperor, he even raised the two ingots and clinked them together next to his ear.
The emperor: ...
Could he disown this idiot brother of his?
Unfortunately, the Prince of Beiping himself failed to notice the emperor's disdain.
His eyes curved into crescents, and his handsome face was wreathed in smiles.
The Prince of Beiping was already a renowned handsome man in the capital. Though he was usually rather unreliable, there was no denying that face.
He was getting on in years now, but time itself showed true beauties a little favoritism.
The Prince of Beiping was like a jar of aged wine: the older he grew, the richer his fragrance became.
To his family, that smile looked positively insufferable, but among the surrounding spectators, plenty were utterly dazzled by his good looks.
Unfortunately for them, Wenren Qiao had only ever loved Tie Lihua, and he paid no attention to the flirtatious glances the pretty young women around him cast his way.
He simply kept hovering before the emperor with a broad smile.
"This all came from my daughter's earnings-your eldest niece's."
Halfway through, he finally remembered that he had forgotten to ask his daughter under what designation she wanted to donate the money, and turned toward Wenren Luoshui.
"Sweetheart, what do you want to do with all this gold?"
As he looked toward Wenren Luoshui, the emperor turned to her as