Si Fuqing gazed at the gun in her hand. "Must be worth a lot, right?"
She had a fondness for collecting various weapons and had even dedicated a room next to her laboratory for this purpose.
She could tell at a glance whether it was a good gun.
"It's alright," Yu Xiheng replied nonchalantly, "One hundred million."
Si Fuqing said, "...I don't want it anymore."
Yu Xiheng, resting his chin on his hand, looked at her, his eyebrows slightly raised, "I won't deduct it from your salary. You should know from history that military power is always paramount."
"But I don't want to work anymore," Si Fuqing sighed. "I just want to lie down and be served."
She wondered how she ended up with such a costly burden!
Fine, it's a pixiu I've picked up, I'll raise it even it means kneeling.
Yu Xiheng's brows lifted slightly, "It seems you really want to be an empress dowager."
