"Do you want to add anything, my Lord?" Despite Long Huayan's gloomy expression, Steward Wei asked gently with a smile, seemingly unfazed by his master's attitude.
"How many wooden chests can the betrothal gifts fit in?" Long Huayan set the paper down, raising his gaze to meet the middle-aged man's eyes.
"Around 15 wooden chests for now, my Lord," Steward Wei replied after a moment of consideration.
As one of the officials from a distinguished household, the betrothal gifts shouldn't be fewer than 10 wooden chests. Moreover, considering Long Huayan's royal lineage, it wouldn't reflect well if they offered only a modest amount of betrothal gifts to Feng Mingyue, despite her stupidity.
They still needed to show her some respect and make a favorable impression. Steward Wei considered that upon Second Young Miss Feng's arrival at the Duke of Xing Manor, he would extend the same level of care to her as he did to everyone else in the household.
