The day the Seventh Princess returned, Dong Huiying was out shopping with her two husbands.
The weather was pleasant, with her holding Zhi Chen by one arm and Shu Yu by the other, they swept through the streets. Food, drinks, clothes, fabric, and much more—it was a loot.
Their hands were full, and they had to occasionally send the servants following behind them to the Blue mansion for delivery.
"I can't take it anymore," Shu Yu gasped, his fair, handsome face flushed pink under the sun.
A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead as he rolled up his sleeves and gently pressed his sweaty brow. "I can't walk anymore, haven't we bought enough?" His wife has bought everything, including Jiangnan's specialties.
