A pound of vermicelli for a hundred taels, how many pounds do you want...
Upon hearing this, An Jing was stunned for a moment before laughing and saying, "Husband, stop joking around. How could we possibly ask for money from Sworn Brother and Father for things made at home?"
Before Xiao Changyi could speak, Su Chengyu said, "Previously, for the fermented tofu and rice-flower fish, Brother Yi charged me and Father Emperor."
An Jing: "..." Crown Prince, didn’t you realize I was trying to smooth things over for you and my husband?
Xiao Changyi glanced sideways at Su Chengyu, "You don’t have to pay, but then write me fewer letters. Every time it’s the same things over and over, I know what you’ve written without even reading."
After a long silence, Su Chengyu finally said, "I’ll still pay."
In the end, Su Chengyu actually did pay, buying four pounds of vermicelli—two pounds for himself and two for his Father Emperor—spending a total of four hundred taels.
And Xiao Changyi unceremoniously took the money.
An Jing once again: "..." These two really are...
Su Chengyu’s bed was set up next to the stove in the kitchen, not really by An Jing and Xiao Changyi, but by Meng Zhuqing and the others.
Then, An Jing and Xiao Changyi returned to their inner chamber to rest.
As soon as they entered the inner chamber, An Jing laughed, "The Crown Prince really doesn’t sweat the small stuff." To think he’d just sleep in the kitchen like that.
Xiao Changyi said nothing but handed over the four-hundred-tael silver note to An Jing.
Her laughter grew even stronger: "You actually took his money."
Xiao Changyi said indifferently, "He’s not lacking that little bit."
An Jing laughed again before saying, "I know, I just find it funny that he’d rather give you the money than write you a few less letters."
Xiao Changyi: "He’s actually a chatterbox."
The Crown Prince is actually a chatterbox...
Xiao Changyi continued, "He bugged me a lot when I was in the palace."
Xiao Changyi went on, "He’s the Crown Prince, the future ruler, he needs to be dignified and can’t show this nature in front of others."
An Jing fell silent for a bit before continuing the conversation, "So, he shows it in front of you?" This self-indulgence...
An Jing immediately looked at her husband with sympathy, "Husband, your ears have suffered!"
Maybe thinking of something else, An Jing suddenly burst into laughter, "No wonder his letters to you are so much thicker than your Father-in-law’s."
No wonder he would rather give money than write fewer letters to his husband.
Being a chatterbox, a nature always suppressed, since he has someone with whom he can confidently reveal this nature, of course he would keep babbling on endlessly to this person.
Xiao Changyi remained silent, only going to the bed to spread out the blanket, ready to sleep. Anyway, that guy would be leaving tomorrow!
Yet, An Jing walked up behind Xiao Changyi and wrapped her arms around Xiao Changyi’s waist, teasingly saying, "So your Father-in-law has arranged many marriages for you."
Xiao Changyi immediately turned around, clarifying, "I never agreed. It was all him getting carried away, don’t think too much into it."
An Jing burst into laughter instantly, "I’m just teasing you, you’ve already told me all about it before. Before meeting me, you had no plans to marry and have children, I remember that."
Xiao Changyi was immediately reassured.
"However," An Jing suddenly laughed hard, "turning his beloved Imperial Garden into a vegetable plot, do you really like farming that much?"
Xiao Changyi said, "It’s not that I like farming, I just find farming simple and comfortable."