Yang Ming, upon returning home, saw his wife quietly working on her needlework.
"How much Silver?"
"..." What Silver? Yang Ming was puzzled as he looked at Xiaoxiao.
"The dowry, of course! You think you can marry someone without spending Silver? You think everyone is like me, getting married without spending a dime!"
Xiaoxiao kept working, continuing to question. She had heard that she was sent there for free, no money spent! She truly was a loss!
"I don't even like her, I won't marry her! Besides, aren't you supposed to be dying?"
Yang Ming looked at his wife, remembering how he hadn't given a dowry when he had married her and had made her suffer.
"You didn't like me either, but you still married me!"
"..."
Indeed, his wife was speaking the truth, and he had no words in response.
"Hey, do you really want me dead?"
"I don't."
"If you don't marry her, she'll end up married to that old man! Can you bear that?"
"Someone will marry her!"
"..." Eh? Who?