Cui Yiran was livid all day.
From morning, when the Guan family's dowry was brought in, Cui Yiran's face had looked unpleasant.
Especially when the Guan family's dowry was placed in the courtyard of their new room, Cui Yiran's dissatisfaction peaked.
It would have been fine if the dowry was small, but what sorts of things were they packing in there?
Several boxes of books, some broken objects, and then needles and threads. When the dowry box was opened, it was all dusty and lacked any freshness.
Even the furniture that was sent in advance to be placed in the new room failed to meet Cui Yiran's expectations.
Not to mention being made of red sandalwood like the Ji Family's furniture, it should at least be of mahogany. Yet, the furniture sent by the Guan family was all ordinary jujube wood, which would surely be a joke to anyone who saw it.
Since arriving in the Jing Dynasty, Cui Yiran had been determined to escape his original fate.
