"Crown Prince, if you are interested, you could request an imperial decree from the Emperor. I, for one, am hoping the marriage plans fall through," Xiao Jue said, picking up his wine cup and observing the Crown Prince across from him.
"Ziqing, do not talk nonsense," the Crown Prince said, addressing Xiao Jue by his courtesy name. "You grew up with us. This is a Consort chosen carefully for you by the Emperor; she is a well-bred lady of status. What more could you want?"
"Yes, yes, a well-bred lady," Xiao Jue muttered. She was the polar opposite of those words. If they married, they couldn't even sleep in the same bed—he might end up dead in his sleep. Though she had a temper, she was at least a woman of her word. A few days ago, she had handed him silver. For a young woman to produce one hundred thousand taels—though the Xiao Prince's Mansion wasn't short on funds, supporting those people was truly expensive. He didn't want to tap into the mansion's coffers, so having a wife who could earn money wasn't bad. *Wait, what? How could I have such a terrifying thought?*
Chapter 30