Hearing about the golden bracelet, Mu Wan Yun gave a faint smile, sweeping away the gloom from being driven out of the Diligent Governance Hall by Lu Jingxing earlier that day. 'My husband isn't so hopeless after all,' she thought.
But when Mu Wan Yun saw the gleaming golden bracelet, about as thick as a little finger, she was immediately reminded of the legendary Qiankun Ring worn by Prince Nezha.
Lu Jingxing didn't notice the change in Mu Wan Yun's expression. He placed the bracelet on her hand. The more Mu Wan Yun looked at it, the more it resembled the Qiankun Ring...
Her wrists were naturally small, and she was frail besides. Wearing this piece of gold, weighing nearly three taels, on her wrist made even lifting her hand a slight struggle.
'But it was, after all, the first bracelet her husband had ever given her…'
Lu Jingxing asked, "Don't you like it?"
Mu Wan Yun shook her head. "It's the first bracelet you've ever given me. Of course I like it."
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