uld be one thing. But the people of Eastern Japan have committed countless crimes against our great Qin Dynasty. To not punish them severely would be impossible to appease public anger. Lord Wang, don...Chapter 643 He Kun

"Your Highness, allow me to massage your temples for you."

Wan Jiaojiao walked lightly to Li Chen's side, speaking as she did so, and already extended her slender fingers, pressing them on the temples on both sides of Li Chen's head and gently kneading them.

Feeling much more comfortable, Li Chen closed his eyes and enjoyed himself, praising, "Your technique is getting purer."

Wàn Jiāojiāo pursed her lips and smiled softly, "Your Highness likes it best."

While Li Chen was closing his eyes, she strained her gaze across his face, as if trying to etch every detail of the man before her into her very bones.

This morning, someone named He Kun came to deliver a gift.

Wan Jiaojiao's sudden words made Li Chen open his eyes.

"Gift"

Wàn Jiāo Jiāo nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness is about to get married soon, isn't he Before this, Your Highness said that because the Emperor was not in good health and the situation was tense, the wedding ceremony was postponed. But since the date has been set, all the gifts and etiquette can be received first."

“This morning, the official named He Kun said that this was his regular duty report to the Ministry of Household. According to regulations, he would have to leave for his hometown in two days, so he came early this morning with gifts. He was the first one to offer a gift of money, so I remember him quite clearly.”

Li Chen was interested.

The fact that the East Palace accepts money as gifts is extremely out of place in a country like Qin, which values subtlety and moderation.

But that doesn't mean no one wants to give.

On the contrary, apart from those stubborn old-fashioned fools who secretly scold themselves for being a prince who only cares about money and not like a son, most officials in the capital today are racking their brains thinking about how to deliver this gift beautifully and effectively.

It's because it hasn't been long enough yet, and there isn't a clear leader. Everyone is just waiting to see what happens.

Now that the first one is here, Li Chen can roughly guess He Kun's intentions.

Just bite the bullet and try it.

To be the top choice, as long as this gift isn't too disappointing, it could leave a mark on the prince's heart. That would be worthwhile.

What was his position, and what did he bring

Wan Jiaojiao tilted her head and pondered for a moment before saying, "He seemed to say that he was the weaver from Suhang Weaving Bureau. The gift list was long, with six carriages damaged just from the collision, and many things I couldn't remember. But there were a few things he sent personally, which I remembered more clearly."

There was a jade abacus, so delicate and beautiful.

"There is also a famille rose snuff bottle, said to be from the previous dynasty."

“Six pairs of Donghai night pearls, each as big as a fist, and one complete dragon blood coral, as long as a screen, he said it was also artificially fished from the deep sea of Donghai. It took over a hundred boatmen to go there, costing a lot of money. They spent days and nights before successfully bringing it up from the seabed intact. Finally, dozens of craftsmen were hired to spend half a year crafting it.”

He said that keeping the coral inside the palace would keep it warm in winter and cool in summer. Especially in summer, it could ward off mosquitoes better than some incense. It smelled really good and invigorating. Whether or not it repelled mosquitoes, he didn't know, but the fragrance was definitely real...

Li Chen became thoroughly interested.

Needless to say, the things that came with Wan Jiaojiao's name are already priceless, let alone the other six truckloads of gifts.

"Go, and tell He Kun to come. I wish to see him."in their hearts.With aspirations unfulfilled, how could one grow old······East Palace, Hundred Flowers Hall.Just after sending Su Zhetong away, Li Chen, smelling of alcohol, pushed into Zhao Rui's bed...