The Empress was really rich.
This was the first impression of all the people in the capital.
He was really rich.
Just the red packets alone cost 120,000 taels.
The dowry was continuously carried into the palace, and it was not finished even after dark.
The old minister, who was originally dissatisfied with the accident at the sacrifice, was now flushed.
"The Empress married well, married well. A match made in heaven with His Majesty. It's really suitable, suitable!"
That old-fashioned and serious old minister, the old minister who had previously made a fuss about crashing into the throne room.
At this moment, he was holding a cup of wine and drinking it until his face was red. His eyes were shining as he looked at the Empress.
" Lord Xia, Uncle, Uncle, come, come, let's toast to you. "
