Yang Ling did not understand. In the past, he had done the same thing. There was no problem. His mother said that as long as the accounts were even, he did not have to care too much.
He had done it so many times without being discovered, so he also thought that as long as the number was the same, there would be no problem. But why was it different with the princess consort?
He opened his mouth to say something, but Ning Yue spoke first.
"Firstly, although the emperor has bestowed a marriage, I'm only the future princess consort. You can't call me the princess consort directly!"
"I…" Yang Ling wanted to explain, but he was interrupted by Ning Yue again.
"Also, there's something wrong with this accounting. Do you think I can't see it? How much do the peanuts weigh? Look at how much money is written on it yourself. I'm doing this to work with a noble to benefit the people. Aren't you afraid of death?"
