Dongfang Sansan frowned.
Truly, the gift was a dilemma.
If the gift was too insignificant, it couldn't be presented, especially when the Yin Shen Palace was surely gifting precious items.
If my gift was not as good as that of the great demon from Yin Shen Palace, wouldn't that be utterly humiliating?
But if the gift were too grand, it could arouse suspicion and increase the chances of Fang Che being exposed.
The Ninth Lord was troubled.
Previously, he never would have dreamed that he'd be racking his brains over such an issue.
For other people's weddings, even a piece of calligraphy written by Dongfang Sansan would be treasured like an heirloom, but... Fang Che was different. If he were to hang my calligraphy on the wall... it would undoubtedly be courting death.
