It turns out Luo Qianqian was simply overthinking.
The next morning, Yan was stretching energetically, and Luo Qianqian was helping An Hao wash up. Yan complained about the face wash being troubleso for girls.
Then, after using it, Yan casually took An Hao’s face wash, leaving Luo Qianqian speechless.
Fortunately, with Yan around, Old Master Luo also felt quite confident. First, they used spiritual power to nurture his ridians, and then they gave him a dicinal bath. The old man felt great and didn’t refuse.
Even though before, he always said soaking in a wooden tub was sothing won enjoyed.
There was actually a hot spring behind the great hall, but since Yan was an outsider, Luo Shufan didn’t ntion it. He just took a couple of glances at Old Master Luo and obediently went for body refinent.
An Hao also followed Luo Shufan obediently without needing Luo Qianqian to urge him, reminding her to co watch his training later.
Luo Qianqian agreed with a smile, watching the steam rise from behind the screen, feeling playful: "Grandpa, are you going into a state of demonic possession or are you cooked? Look, you’re steaming."
Old Master Luo was enjoying himself, and Luo Qianqian’s comnt caught him off guard, coughing violently.
Yan stood on the side, both amused and helpless. Was it really okay to talk like that? Truly worthy of being true grandparent and grandchild...
"If you’re free enough to tease , why not take a look at the dowry sets your grandma prepared for your sisters-in-law? It’s a big deal for our family; don’t act like it doesn’t concern you." Old Master Luo assigned a task to her, worried that if he didn’t, she might start talking nonsense again.
Luo Qianqian paused a bit seeing the stack of papers by the table, picking them up only to see bluntly written numbers of dowries. She looked exasperated: "Grandpa, grandma’s overthinking it. We can’t spend these here."
"Look at the bottom part." Old Master Luo sighed lightly, as if understanding what Luo Qianqian ant, but then quickly let out a relaxed sigh. He truly didn’t realize how enjoyable a bath could be.
No problem with the three gold pieces, no problem with the jewelry, no problem with the clothes...
"Grandpa, about this house..."
"Right? That’s why you need to see it. Your grandma feels without a house, it doesn’t feel like a proper marriage." Old Master Luo leaned back in the tub with his eyes closed, not appearing too concerned.
"I’ll talk to grandma and the aunts about it later." Luo Qianqian shook her head in resignation.
"And make sure there are extras of everything. You have several brothers and An Hao too; don’t just focus on the imdiate." Old Master Luo continued to remind.
"Grandpa, are you planning to prepare a dowry for as well?" Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes. An Hao wasn’t even that old, yet Old Master Luo was already worried; he must be bored. Once he gets better, he should focus on cultivation instead of worrying randomly.
"For you? No rush, wait until Xiao Yu gets married first." Old Master Luo’s voice was laid-back, seemingly not in a hurry at all.
He felt a bit displeased in his heart, silently thinking that girls, once grown, shouldn’t be kept. Even if Luo Qianqian forgot Tang Tianyi now, even if she rembered, he wouldn’t let that brat easily marry their bright pearl!
Old Master Luo clenched his fist tight, his expression resolute.
Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes again. Grandpa, you even thought of An Hao, can’t you think a bit about her, An Hao’s sister? Is this really okay?
"By the way, Grandpa." Luo Qianqian suddenly rembered sothing and stood up: "Shouldn’t we also prepare a dowry for Nuannuan and them..."
Old Master Luo was taken aback for a mont, only then recalling that besides Qin Nuan, no one here had family, feeling a bit regretful: "You handle it, ten-mile dowry."
Old Master Luo casually said, leaving Luo Qianqian staring blankly on the spot, a bit at a loss.
Ten miles would be five kiloters, assuming a chest is one ter, needing people carrying it front and back gives an average of two ters, one kiloter equals five hundred chests, five kiloters... two thousand five hundred.
"Grandpa, do you believe I’ll cry to you!" Luo Qianqian jumped up anxiously: "I’ll go ask soone, you’re being unfair!" With that, she left at a very quick pace.
Huangfu Yihui was enjoying the delicacies being served, even he had to admit that the cuisine here was extrely delicious, making him reluctant to leave.
"I need your help." Luo Qianqian rushed into the courtyard, plopping down next to Huangfu Yihui: "How much dowry does a princess from the royal family have?"
"A hundred and eight lifts, and a hundred and thirty-three are the highest level." After a brief consideration, Huangfu Yihui responded.
Although he hadn’t married, he more or less knew about the royal family affairs.
"A hundred and thirty-three... that’s much better than five hundred." Luo Qianqian nodded, quickly taking out pen and paper: "And what do you include in the dowry?"
"Jewelry, decorations, clothes, silver taels, tables, chairs, cabinets, house deeds, shop deeds, land deeds, estates, lots of things." Huangfu Yihui understood what Luo Qianqian was worrying about and laughed lightly: "If you need help just say it, I have plenty of unused stuff."
"Even if it’s unused on your end, it’s still royal property, I’m afraid of future trouble." Luo Qianqian hurriedly shook her head, propping her chin as she pondered.
She hadn’t visited her dad lately, so maybe she could use this chance to go out and see him.
"Not as exaggerated as you think." Huangfu Yihui chuckled lightly, yet didn’t deny that besides what he later bought himself, everything else in his hands indeed belonged to the royal family.
"A hundred and thirty-three chests per person, that’s quite a vast number! Plus the bride price... how much GDP does this generate!" Luo Qianqian marveled, gently shaking her head.
"Bride price?" Huangfu Yihui queried, looking puzzled.
"Mm, it’s like... the betrothal gifts." Luo Qianqian quickly followed up: "My grandpa gave four words."
"Fair and impartial?" Huangfu Yihui puzzled, seeing Luo Qianqian seed closest to that Fourth Sister-in-Law.
Luo Qianqian shook her head with indignation: "Ten-mile dowry!"
Saying this, another thought hit Luo Qianqian that here, was a mile five hundred ters?
"You can see it’ll be even harder for soone to marry you in the future." Huangfu Yihui laughed: "Aren’t you the most pampered in your family?"
"Hehe, anyway, I’m not in a hurry, I’m more interested in studying the mischief during nuptial chamber night." Her eyes shimred as if she saw sothing appealing.
Huangfu Yihui froze. Such a thing he had seen in travel notes, but never at royal weddings; who dared offend royal dignity?
And so, he was filled with anticipation.
When the brothers’ training ended, Luo Qianqian carried An Hao, gathered a few sister-in-laws to be, and left with He Wenyu, not forgetting to ask the brothers to look after the two guests.
Knowing what they went to do, Luo Shufan agreed. Just shortly after they left, Yue Tingyu stord over, "Where’s Qianqian?"
"She went with Qin Nuan and them to prepare the dowry." Luo Shufan hastily answered.
Dowry?
Yue Tingyu just rembered that part, unhappily nodding: "Tell Qianqian to prepare the bride price tomorrow."
Luo Shufan nodded, watching his grandma leave, only to be greeted by two aunts giving identical instructions.
Making him feel sorry for his sister, it seems she’s going to be busy.
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