Behind a Table of Good Dishes

Su Yurou's eyes were red from the pain, and her eyes were filled with grievance.

"Alright! What's wrong with this courtyard? It's the largest one in the Marquis's Manor. I know it best!"

He had previously sympathized with Liu Shulan and her daughter, but seeing the dinner that Su Yingxue had carefully prepared, Su Dingheng couldn't help but wonder. If Su Yingxue had malicious intentions, why would she spend this money to maintain appearances?

She could afford to give away the bird's nest and ginseng, so why wouldn't she send someone to fix Liu Shulan's courtyard?