Hmph, isn't it just money? In the sixth year of Emperor Qiyuan's reign in Beimo, there was a festive atmosphere at the General's Mansion. The sound of flutes and drums mingled with cheers as guests toasted each other.

The newly built east courtyard house of the Duke's mansion, though lacking gold and jewels, was filled with festive cheer. The gilded double happiness characters and the dragon candles with pearly teardrops all hinted at the joy of a new marriage.

The bride, in a grand red wedding gown, sat on the elaborately carved sandalwood bed draped with a crimson veil.

A hearty footstep sounded near. Yanhua and Hu Lian, who were guarding the door, immediately knelt down to greet him: "General—"

Su Bi Luo, hearing the sound, immediately clenched her hands that were resting on top of each other.

"Aiya," she cried, and the door swung open. Then they could hear Ying Yue and Hua slam it shut again.

The glow of the red lantern that flickered in from the eaves vanished just as quickly.

But in a few steps, a pair of boots appeared suddenly before their eyes.

What comes must come!

Su Bi's pearly teeth bit down, she steeled herself and tore off the red veil, standing up abruptly.

"Hmph, so all you want is money? Fine, I'll earn it for you! But this house, you can forget about it!"

A delicately pretty face flushed slightly with anger, and in a fit of rage, she flung the crimson wedding veil to the floor.

The man was too tall, so Su Biluo had to adjust her gaze, shifting it upward, in order to meet his eyes.

Though comparatively smaller, it still proudly lifted its little tip.

Their eyes met, and both of them felt a strange jolt.

She is too clever and beautiful, and he is too handsome and manly.

Su Bi Luo took a sharp breath, she had never seen such a handsome man!

Nalan's youthful beauty, like a tree of jade branches, shines brightly.

A pair of arrogant and piercing eyes, flashing with sharp points, yet simultaneously like a deep pool, drowning people in its depths.

However, at this moment, hearing Su Bi Luo's words, the pool of water no longer felt cold. It gradually rippled with a playful teasing.

Su Bi Luo flashed past him, quickly walking toward the desk.

Raised an eyebrow, not sure what he was upset about.

So what if someone is handsome? Does being good-looking change anything?

"Mozi Chen, when you marry me, isn't it just to raise funds for your Mo Family army? Isn't it just to use our Su family's business and wealth? You don't truly care about me, do you?"

Su Bi Luo laid down her strokes with a swiftness that resembled cutting through hemp, all the while laying out paper and pressing down on the inkstone. She dipped her brush in ink.

But this darn ancient scribe is so inefficient! The ink has already dried, and we need to grind it again.

While the ink was being ground, Su Bi Luo looked straight at Mo Zi Chen and openly stated her plans.

"So, we don't have to pretend to be husband and wife. How about this? I'll write up a contract. Once I earn enough military funds for your General's Mansion, you'll divorce me and set me free. What do you think?"

Do you know how much silver it takes to pay the soldiers? Based on what I see, ----

Mo Zi Chen walked over with his hands in his pockets, his lithe strides betraying a hint of arrogance. His sharp brow arched with disdain and mockery.

"Humph—" Sure enough, you look down on me. "Need two more?"

It would take thirty thousand taels just to cover half a year's expenses.

"Okay! Then thirty million taels!"

Su Biluo did not argue with him, dipping her pen in ink and writing with flowing strokes.

Although my handwriting wasn't very good, I used to write contracts every day and it became quite smooth. I could finish them quickly and easily, signing my name at the end in just a few strokes.

"Well, sign here." Subi Luo passed the contract and pen over.

His straightforward manner and inexplicable confidence piqued Mo Zichen's interest.

He didn't take the contract, instead he poured it over.

A handsome face suddenly enlarged before his eyes, appearing too abruptly. His angular features were outlined sharply and thin lips twitched slightly.

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