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Xiao Yishan, his stern face softened by emotion, listened.

Su Qingyue glanced at Xiao Yishan. "When I was beaten half to death in town that year, it was second brother who carried me back, spent money on my medical treatment, and even went into debt to the tune of six taels of silver when I was too sick to earn a cent. During my time with the Xiao Family, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, they all treated me very well. How could I be ungrateful?"

She looked at the new house in the family's compound, a long row of twelve rooms with broad grounds both front and back, "Building twelve rooms was always intended for you three to have your own spaces."

Xiao Yishan watched her slightly despondent back and murmured, "Qingyue..."