Jiang Ying Yue (45)

'How is it a crime to gift all of me and everything I have to His Highness?' The question kept playing in his mind, like a broken audio recording set in an endless loop.

The girl's words were not fanciful, contrasting to the poems she had written for him using the modern alphabet. Despite this though, he understood the deepest meaning of what she wanted to say. 

It's not about the decree restoring her nobility status and giving her some riches which could be said decent for a noble lady no longer under the umbrella of her family. The wealth was of no concern to him...

Even if he was mostly on the battlefield, the memories he inherited from Lu Ling showed that he grew up almost having an endless supply of gold to spend. He was also one of those very few people only below one person and above a million. And thus, why would money even matter now?