He stuffed the box into Jian Peihuan's hands and said with a smile," Huan Er, this is all the silver I've saved up over the years. I'll give it all to you as your dowry.""
A quick glance told her there were several million taels of silver.
Surprise flashed across Jiang Peihuan's eyes, yet she set the box back on the table. "Your Highness, I can't accept this.""
"Why not?"
"My dowry will be prepared by the Jiang family. Moreover, there is no reason for the groom's family to prepare dowry. What Your Highness should prepare is the betrothal gift."
"My imperial brother will handle your betrothal gifts. I want this to be your dowry."
He placed the box back into her hands. Before she could voice a protest, Xiao Nanye interjected, "Huan Er, my heart is already yours. These worldly possessions are nothing to me. They can't even compare to a single strand of your hair."