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The gates of the Second Prince's Residence were tightly shut, with numerous Warriors guarding the entrance, all sent by Qin Mu Hui. He was worried about his son and wary of his other sons, fearing they might fight for power during this time.
Valuable herbs and items were continuously delivered to the Second Prince's Residence. This blatant show of affection served as a deterrent, prompting other princes to take notice and send their own gifts, which were no less than those from the Emperor himself.
In Jingjing City, it had been a long time since such a scene of brotherly affection had been witnessed.
Qi Xiaomian naturally sent gifts as well, carefully selected by Qi Hao after much deliberation, though he found them rather unimpressive. Listening to Qi Hao excitedly recount the details, Qi Xiaomian simply smiled, thinking it was good that he helped clear out some unwanted items.
"Not unwanted at all," Qi Hao thought to himself. "The outer packaging cost me quite a bit of silver to customize; sending them over is quite impressive, and no one could possibly find fault with it. From now on, I'll handle these matters for you. I have experience and it will save you time and energy on trivialities."
Qi Xiaomian nodded in agreement.
Inside, Qi Hao felt a little thrill of joy; finally, he had the keys to the storeroom. Previously, he had to ask for access each time, which felt so distant.
Qi Xiaomian had noticed his little scheme and smiled at his retreating figure. Making a God of Killing happy was such an easy task.
But it depended on who it was for. His father considered everything for him; he truly cared.
But did he really care only for me? Why does it seem like he's kind to everyone?
Qi Xiaomian glanced at Sang Qingxiao's profile and continued, "Not only has he set his sights on my storeroom, but he also enjoys rummaging through my private stash. I've organized some jewelry these days and have been instructed to give them to you."
As he spoke, he produced a box of jewelry. When the lid was opened, it sparkled brilliantly, captivating Sang Qingxiao's gaze.
Women are so complicated; even if they don't like wearing jewelry, they still enjoy possessing it.
"I truly love every piece," she admitted, knowing they were carefully chosen by him. Yet she instinctively hesitated. "They're too precious; I can't accept them."
"The old man likes you; if he wants you to keep them, then just do so. They're all things meant for women anyway; the men in my courtyard won't have any use for them."
The old man remembered how she looked when she first entered the palace and felt pity for her, saying she appeared too plain. If she encountered a group of Official Family ladies and young misses, she'd be overshadowed and talked about behind her back. He felt sorry for her.
These pieces of jewelry had clear origins; the old man had deliberately avoided any associations. Even if worn out in public, no one would know they came from my residence.
If you refuse them, it would hurt the old man's feelings.
If you're uncomfortable because of their value, we can keep our accounts vague moving forward.
If you don't like these styles, we can melt them down and recombine them.
After much reasoning from Qi Xiaomian, Sang Qingxiao finally accepted them. Melting them down was not an option; their designs were exquisite and wouldn't appear heavy—what mattered was their ethereal quality.
Such fine pieces would be perfect to ponder over later that night while snuggled under the quilt; Sang Qingxiao could hardly wait.
While Sang Qingxiao was busy with her matters, Qi Hao made faces at Qi Xiaomian.
Qi Xiaomian's ears turned slightly red as she nodded.
Qi Hao felt a surge of pride in his heart, but then he became disdainful. He thought to himself that he couldn't even give a proper gift to a lady. After all, he had managed a few transactions, yet he was still foolishly offering only gold, without including any clever little items.
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