Qiaoqiao looked at the first place on the cash gift record. She actually found that name familiar.
"Lian, look, that dolt is also surnamed Mo."
Mo Lian's mouth twitched: …
"Mhm, we know him."
Qiaoqiao looked at him curiously. "Who?"
"Mo Kun, the Vassal Prince of Jianping."
Qiaoqiao had pretty much forgotten who this person was, so Mo Lian reminded with a smile, "It's the dolt who you threw into a pigpen to tango with the sows."
Qiaoqiao finally remembered after hearing this description. She looked at the record in surprise and then said with a nod, "So it's him? He truly is rich."
"Does the Vassal King of Jianping know that he's throwing money about like dirt?"
Mo Lian said amusedly, "Who knows? Perhaps he does. The Vassal King of Jianping only has this son born of his official wife, so he presumably dotes on the latter very much."
Qiao Mu frowned.
"A dolt." Her tone was filled with contempt.
