The Money

They had made a pact to keep this information to themselves, never to be mentioned again.

As long as their secret remained hidden, Qiao Xuan would lack any evidence. So what if they stayed silent?

Having been away from the main house for countless years, with numerous inhabitants residing there, any whispers would undoubtedly create a stir.

Madame Qiao's complexion grew pale, contorted with a mix of comprehension and unwillingness.

Exhausted from reiterating the same point, she was repeatedly met with harsh realities.

Auntie Ling strained to whisper, "The 4,000 liang…"

Before she could finish her sentence, Madame Qiao forcefully swept away the teacups beside her, producing a loud crash. Auntie Ling flinched in surprise.

"Give it to her!" Madame Qiao struggled to suppress the urge to vomit blood, panting with her pale face. "4,000 liang is insignificant! Do you think I cannot afford such an amount? You are truly despicable!"