The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Shi Chengxuan finally realized it this time.

Earlier, he sold all his properties to Tang Chujun, and later returned the silver to Tang Chujun, saying that he would not sell any more properties.

After some back and forth, half of the property was given to Shi Yunqi, and the other half was given to Shi Anxia as a dowry.

These industries included a farm that was losing money every year, a shop that was not profitable, a restaurant that was not profitable... In short, he gave Shi Anxia everything that should be given and should not be given.

Shi Chengxuan has become smarter recently under the instigation of several aunts.

Among the concubines, Qiu was the most active. She told him that all these properties had been in the hands of the old lady and concubine Wen in the early years.

The old lady is short-sighted and not good at business; Aunt Wen is only concerned with enriching herself and has turned these businesses that should have made money into loss-making businesses.

These industries will only become valuable if they are in the hands of Miss Luo Anxia.

In Qiu's opinion, the girl knew exactly how much property the Marquis' Mansion had in the past and how much valuables Master Luo had.

If they gave away all the loss-making properties as dowry, the girl would be kind-hearted and would not ignore their entire family.

After observing her for a few months, Qiu felt that the girl could accomplish something. The girl's intelligence and decisiveness were not inherited from her father or mother, and no one knew who she inherited from.

Mrs. Qiu felt that it would be better to trust the young lady than to trust the master to support them.

Qiu kept repeating these same old words in Shi Chengxuan's ears over and over again, and the stupid Shi Chengxuan finally listened to her.

He now knows that living beyond one's means is the worst, and he himself has no survival skills.

Now when he wakes up in the morning, he finds a bunch of people crying for food, which gives him a headache.

Shi Chengxuan has been idle at home these days, and has been seriously thinking about his life over the past few decades.

I just felt that I was delayed by my mother.

One day Tang Chujun called him a coward. He went back to reflect and felt that he was indeed a coward.

It was his mother who made him such a loser who was neither good at literature nor martial arts.

What can I do?

It has come to this. He spent his best years and time in the backyard and drinking.

He is old now, what else can he do?

The court no longer wanted him, and his children and ex-wife drove him back to Ganzhou. To put it bluntly, he would soon run out of money.

His ex-wife was kind and righteous, and said she was willing to give him 1,000 taels of silver every year for his living. But what if she stopped giving him money after a long time?

Therefore, he can neither rely on mountains nor on water, and has to rely on his children.

The property was given to his children, and they had the ability to manage it well. He couldn't just watch his family starve to death.

He and the concubines in the backyard calculated every day, and after much calculation, it ended up like this: listen to their children, stay away, and wait for mountains of gold and silver.

Tang Chujun dug out Shi Chengxuan's pile of property deeds and said with a half-smile, "You gave them all to Qi'er and Xia'er? You thought you could reap the benefits after they run the business well?"

Shi Chengxuan's thoughts were exposed and his face turned red. "What are you talking about? How could that be possible! I am their father, so naturally I have to think about them in everything."

Tang Chujun retorted, "Are you thinking about them in everything, or are you relying on them in everything? You know it in your heart. I warn you, once you give the property, it is given. It is Qi'er and Xia'er's private property, so don't try to get anything out of it in the future."

She flipped through the book while retorting, "Tsk, this shop is losing a lot of money... Why does this farm keep so many people? There's no one to do the work, but there are a lot of people on the list to get paid... Xia'er is losing a lot of money."

Shi Chengxuan was annoyed when he heard this. "When you were the mistress, you didn't take care of the family. You don't take responsibility for what happened?"

Tang Chujun: “…” Hey, sure, you even talked back.

She asked, "I was only the mistress for a few days. What responsibilities do I have? Your mother and Aunt Wen are the ones who run your family. You blame me for what happened?"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Zheng Qiaoer quickly pulled Tang Chujun aside and whispered, "You two are divorced now, why are you still quarreling?"

Tang Chujun then remembered, oh! They are divorced!

She just couldn't stand Shi Chengxuan. She couldn't help but scold him when she saw him. She couldn't control herself. Then she thought that her daughter's wedding was coming up, so she couldn't make a fuss. It would hurt the harmony and ruin the feng shui.

Speaking of Feng Shui, she asked, "Xia'er, where are you planning to get married?"

Now Anxia is a princess. In addition to the princess's mansion in Youzhou, there is also a princess's mansion in the capital.

According to etiquette, Shi Anxia could live in the princess's mansion and let Cen Yuan become her husband's consort.

But after thinking it over, Anxia still wanted to live at No. 9 Ruyi Street. This place was close to the Marquis's Mansion, and it was said that the house at No. 9 Ruyi Street was decorated by Cen Yuan himself.

She couldn't remember her past life with him, so she didn't want to disappoint him in this life.

Shi Anxia replied gently, "Number 9 Ruyi Street."

Tang Chujun smiled and said, "Number 9 is good, Number 9 is good, it's close to the Marquis's Mansion and my house. It's convenient for me to come and have some tea."

Wei Cailing was overjoyed. She had always thought that Shi Anxia was going to live in the Princess's Mansion. The Princess's Mansion was close to the Imperial City, but a little far from them.

If you live on Ruyi Street, you can sneak around even during curfew.

So, the next day, An Xia's dowry was carried to No. 9 Ruyi Street in a grand manner.

The dowry was naturally staggeringly generous, but the road was so close that only the neighbors nearby came to watch.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of Anxia and Cen Yuan's wedding. These were the last few days allowed for marriage according to the mourning period.

Cen Yuan has seldom come to the Marquis' Mansion recently as she has been busy preparing for her marriage.

Finally, after this night and at daybreak, he could go and marry his bride.

The night is so long.

"Young master, please take a rest. You will be busy tomorrow." Jing San looked at his master who had been doing everything by himself in recent days. He had never seen a groom more diligent than him.

Cen Yuan agreed and went back to her room to rest.

His palms, brain, and eyes were hot. He suddenly wanted to know what his bride was doing at this moment.

But according to the ancient rules, couples cannot meet each other a few days before the wedding, which is very sad.

This is the first time he has gotten married in several lifetimes.

I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, not at all.

Every pore is clamoring, as if waiting for that encounter in the wind and rain.

His little girl!

When he wakes up, he can go pick up his little girl and take her home.

The joy is beyond words.

At this moment, there is no more grievance.

There is only anticipation and anxiety.

She always suspected that the Prince of Jin would suddenly appear and cause trouble. After all, he was the man she married in her previous life.

Fate is something that carries some of the will of heaven. Cen Yuan suddenly became afraid.

Will it be possible that when he goes to pick up the bride tomorrow morning, the people in the Marquis' Mansion will tell him that the bride is missing?

The subordinates of the King of Jin are not all fools, there are also brave warriors who are willing to die. Will the King of Jin be reborn suddenly like him, know her goodness, and fight to the death to snatch her away?

Cen Yuan sat up, sweating profusely, and unable to sleep.

He put on his robe and rushed out of the room like the wind, shocking Jing San so much that he almost thought he was seeing things.

"Young Master, where are you going?" Jing San hurriedly chased after him.

Cen Yuan stopped and said, "You go back and rest, I'll be back at dawn." Then he ran away without a trace and disappeared into the night.

Jing Sanda roughly guessed where the young master was going.

Where else can he go? He should go to stay with the bride. Tsk, he can't even wait for one night? How much does he love Princess Haiyan?

Cen Yuan climbed over the wall and entered the mansion as he knew the way. He stepped on the moonlight and quietly stood outside the window. It was the first time he heard his little girl screaming in such a lively and lovely tone, "Oh, it's all because of you guys feeding me every day. I've become fat. I've become so fat!"