Feng Zhiyao said lazily, "How would I know? Give me the money, I don't have time to count money with you. "
"So, you're here to ask me for money on behalf of Prince Ding?" Han Mingxi said hatefully. If he had known this was his intention, he would have sent someone to chase him out when he entered the door. Feng Zhiyao raised his eyebrows and laughed, "What's the problem? Otherwise, I'll tell everyone in the Mohist army that you and Prince Ding were secretly colluding to control the outcome of the battle. "The Mohist army didn't dare to cause trouble for Prince Ding, but they could definitely trample Han Mingxi to death. Thinking of those martial artists who had lost money and were full of resentment, Han Mingxi was angry, but he didn't dare to say anything. He angrily took out two hundred and fifty thousand taels from the table and gave it to Feng Zhiyao. After putting away the money, Feng Zhiyao stood up and bid farewell with satisfaction. Prince Ding had agreed to return his eight hundred taels to him. He wasn't greedy, as long as he didn't lose money.
Inside the Han Residence, while Han Mingxi was complaining about the large decrease in his income, Mo Xiuyao was sitting in his study. When he saw the banknotes that Feng Zhiyao brought to him, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. Feng Zhiyao looked at him in confusion and asked, "Han Mingxi's two hundred and fifty thousand taels, as well as the rest of the bets in the city, adds up to four hundred thousand taels. Ah Yao, what do you need so much money for? "Most importantly, Prince Ding couldn't find money anywhere. Why did he need to use this method to earn money? Mo Xiuyao looked at him leisurely and said, "Who placed the most bets?" Feng Zhiyao smiled and said, "Do you still need to ask? Of course it's the envoys and nobles from various countries. No matter how many commoners there are in Ruyang City, how many of them can there be? I secretly asked around. Mo Jingli bet a total of fifty thousand taels that Jhennam Of Gojoseon would win. Well … Princess Anxi also bet thirty thousand taels, but she bet on you, Prince. " These were the people who were not on bad terms with the Mohist army. As for the West-Hill people and the Northern Tribes, such as the Seventh Prince, wouldn't they bet on Jhennam Of Gojoseon? Even if it was just for the sake of vindication, they wanted to overwhelm the Prince Ding Mansion in terms of momentum. Unfortunately, they did not know that in the end, it was Prince who killed them all.
Mo Xiuyao said, "Then what about the money for Xiaobao's one-month-old celebration? Don't tell me the Prince Ding Mansion is going to pay for it?"
Feng Zhiyao was speechless. Shouldn't the Prince Ding Mansion's Crown Prince's one-month-old birthday party be hosted by the Prince Ding Mansion? Prince, there should be a limit to how stingy you can be, okay?
Mo Xiuyao didn't care about his subordinates' silent curses. Why would he use his own money to entertain those idiots that he didn't like? He waved his hand and said, "Go, transfer the money directly to Zhou Yu. Isn't he in charge of all these things? If there's any money left, just treat it as a red packet to the people in the city. " Feng Zhiyao silently admired him in his heart. Prince, not only did you beat up Jhennam Of Gojoseon to vent your anger, but you also earned back the money needed to host the little Crown Prince's one-month-old birthday party. How could you use the leftover money to buy people's hearts? Compared to you, Han Mingxi's ability to earn money was simply trash.
The entire Ruyang City was in an uproar for nearly half a month. Prince Ding's one-month-old birthday party was finally held as scheduled. In fact, the so-called banquets, whether it was a one-month-old birthday party, a wedding party, or even a coronation party, were all the same. The only difference was the size of the party. The banquet this time was the same as the previous one. It was still held on the tower in the east of Ruyang City.
When Mo Xiuyao held Ye Li's hand and walked up to the main seat on the tower, everyone couldn't help but be stunned on the spot. Mo Xiuyao, who always wore a silver half-mask, finally took off the mask that had accompanied him for nearly ten years. However, what was exposed in front of everyone's eyes was not the hideous scars and face that they had originally expected. Under the candlelight, silvery white hair casually draped behind his back. Only a silver ribbon casually tied up the hair. Under the cover of a few strands of silver hair was Mo Xiuyao's handsome and upright face. The people sitting below couldn't even see a small wound, let alone a hideous scar. What was displayed in front of everyone was clearly a somewhat pale but absolutely handsome man. At this moment, the handsome man present was naturally not good. However, only the white-clothed Young Master Qingchen, Xu Qingchen, could be compared with the unreachable white-haired man who was dressed in a dark purple noble robe on the high platform. However, Young Master Qingchen's expression was indifferent. His white robe made him look like a celestial being who had descended, as clear as a lotus and as quiet as the moon. However, the white-haired man was like the sharpest sword, the most noble and gorgeous jewel, the coldest and most icy snow at the peak of a mountain. Even his smile seemed to carry a frightening chill and pressure.
"As expected of Prince Ding. With such elegance, who else in the world but Princess Ding is a match for him?" Even though her heart was tied to Xu Qingchen, Princess Anxi couldn't help but sigh as she looked at Mo Xiuyao.
Hearing this, Mo Xiuyao raised his head and looked at Ye Li, who was standing side by side with Mo Xiuyao. He smiled faintly, his eyes filled with gratification. When Li 'er had been betrothed to Mo Xiuyao, the Xu family had felt guilty. If Li 'er's marriage to Prince Ding was due to King Li's abandonment, the Xu family had at least half of it. Now that they saw Prince Ding standing side by side with Li 'er, the Xu family was naturally overjoyed.
"Princess Anxi's words are reasonable. I've long heard that King Ding's Consort is outstanding. She truly lives up to her reputation. " On the other side, the Crown Prince of the Northern Tribes, Yelu Hong, added. He raised his head and looked at Ye Yu Li with admiration. Ye Li was naturally a beautiful woman, but her appearance couldn't be considered devastatingly beautiful. What was truly attractive was the aura and expression she exuded. Standing beside Mo Xiuyao, even the most beautiful woman in the world would be reduced to a foil. However, Ye Li wouldn't. She stood calmly beside Mo Xiuyao, a gentle and elegant smile on her lips. Her beautiful and tranquil face, coupled with her distant and calm eyes, was like a peerless peony quietly blooming. Who said that peonies had to be grand and magnificent? She was beautiful, dignified, and natural. She was clearly the king of flowers.
"Greetings to Prince Ding and Princess Ding."
"Everyone, please rise." Mo Xiuyao held Ye Li's hand and said with a smile, "Thank you for not being willing to travel thousands of miles to attend my son's one-month-old celebration. I and the Princess Consort hope that tonight, the guests and hosts will be courteous and not return until everyone is drunk! "
"Prince Ding, since tonight is the Little Heir's one-month-old celebration, would we have the honor of seeing the Little Heir?" Someone immediately asked. Although they all knew that the Little Heir's one-month-old celebration was just a cover, since they were already here, they couldn't possibly not see the Little Heir's appearance, right? Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly. "What's so difficult about that?" The wet nurse carefully carried the infant onto the stage. Ye Li smiled as she took the child. Looking down, Ye Li saw that even though it was late, Mo Xiaobao still hadn't slept. His round and watery eyes looked at Ye Li. It was unknown if he could really recognize Ye Li or if he was familiar with her scent, but once he was in Ye Li's arms, he immediately giggled. Ye Li lifted him up slightly so that the people below could see Mo Xiaobao's appearance. The little guy wasn't afraid of strangers and obediently laid in Ye Li's arms, looking at the people below with his large eyes. He didn't care at all that he couldn't see the people and things below.
"The Little Crown Prince is really talented and full of spirit …" Everyone praised him. Yelu Ye, who was seated below, laughed loudly and said, "Prince Ding, I wonder if the little heir has received his name?"
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