After An Zhichen inspected the house, he was very satisfied. The location is excellent, very quiet, and most importantly, the house is arranged elegantly. Minor adjustments could be made without much effort.
After he returned home, An Zhichen looked at the list of betrothal gifts, and a mocking smile appeared on his face. Marquis Weiyuan had given him money, and it would be a shame if the people at the Marquis Weiyuan's Mansion didn't know.
Xi Juan rushed in excitedly and said, "Miss, Miss, Elder An's betrothal gifts have been delivered. They filled an entire courtyard." No one called him the Third Young Master of the An Family anymore, he was now simply referred to as Elder An.
Yueyao held a book in her hand, her eyes fixed on the pages, whether she was truly reading it only Yueyao would know. Xiang Wei sat on a chair, leisurely cracking melon seeds.
