The cousin's family is extremely wealthy; she deserves to be a concubine.

Qingwuyuan

Looking at the incense burner in the study, Madam Wang asked Hua Sirong, "Will Seventh Miss come to our courtyard later? Should Chunyan and I tidy up the house again?"

Hua Sirong shook her head, "I won't be coming for now. As for the future, we'll see."

About half a month later, someone from Yimei Garden came to deliver a message, saying that an elder from the Hua family wanted to see Hua Sirong.

Hua Sirong knew in her heart that someone from Xishan had come.

After tidying up briefly, Hua Sirong took Wang Mama with her to Yimei Garden and was led into the main hall where the Shen family usually received guests.

The person leading the group from the Hua family this time was still the younger brother of the previous clan leader.

Hua Sirong greeted each of the elders present. Madam Shen pointed to the middle-aged man with a big beard and said, "This is your father's friend. You can call him Uncle Jiang."

The man standing next to him is the bodyguard your father hired before his death, surnamed Li.

Hua Sirong greeted the two of them again before getting down to business.

Master Jiang sighed deeply, “Niece, it’s all my fault for being too badly injured at the time. I couldn’t see Brother Hua off on his final journey, which is already a lifelong regret. I also failed to live up to Brother Hua’s expectations before his death.”

That day, we escorted a large quantity of goods across the border, hoping to make a fortune. Little did we know that we would be ambushed at Tiger Pass.

Our entourage fought desperately, but the enemy was clearly prepared, so we stopped fighting and decided to scatter and escape.

I parted ways with Brother Hua, but after many twists and turns, I dragged my badly injured body and encountered Guard Li, who was also badly injured. We helped each other and finally found Brother Hua, who was dying.

At that time, he was left unguarded. His guards were either dead or had disappeared to lure away the enemy.

Brother Hua knew he couldn't escape this calamity, and said that if he could see me on his deathbed and pass on a message to his family far away, he would die without regret.

He told me that he regretted not spending more time with you as you grew up. He thought that making more money and letting you live the life of a rich lady was enough to fulfill his responsibilities as a parent.

Only when facing death do we realize that money is fleeting, and that the most important thing in this world is having loved ones by our side.

Hua Sirong thought she had cried all her tears, but upon hearing news of her father again, she burst into tears and collapsed into Wang Mama's arms.

Mr. Jiang sighed and continued to recall, "Your father said that he originally planned to go home and arrange your wedding after making this trip."

He had already set his sights on two young men: one a scholar, the other a promising warrior. He said, "Since you've never liked going out or joining in the fun, you'll surely prefer a scholar."

He just wants to find you a son-in-law, but scholars in this world are usually proud and aloof, and probably wouldn't be willing to marry into the family.

However, as long as you like it, even if it means sacrificing the entire Hua family's main branch of property, your father will still grant your wish, hoping that one of your children will bear the surname Hua.

When Brother Hua said this, his eyes were shining, showing how much he wanted to see his grandson. Unfortunately, he was unlucky and was seriously injured.

He was probably talking about his grandson, and he remembered that if he died, you would have to observe three years of mourning for him. After three years, you will be nearly twenty years old, and it will be difficult to find a spouse for you.

So your father grabbed my hand and repeatedly told me to come back alive and bring you his last words.

He doesn't want you to observe mourning. You are his only child in this life. If you live well and marry well, that is the greatest filial piety you can show him.

Li, the guard, was listening the whole time your father was saying these things; he can testify to that.

Guard Li nodded hurriedly, confirming that what Master Jiang said was true.

Master Jiang then took out a blood-written letter from his bosom and handed it to Hua Sirong. “Because at that time, both Li Huwei and I were seriously injured, and we really didn’t know if we would survive to return to our homeland.”

Therefore, your father, with his last breath, wrote this will, which clearly states that you are exempt from the mourning period.

Hua Sirong took the blood-written letter. The handwriting was messy and the content was brief, but she was certain that it was written by her father himself.

Recalling the past, Mr. Jiang was heartbroken. "At that time, your father had just finished writing the blood-written book when we heard that the enemy was chasing us from not far away."

Your father protected me and Guard Li and left first. He said he was destined not to live long, so he might as well leave the chance of life to us.

So, with his last breath, he shielded me and Guard Li from disaster.

I heard that your father's body was not intact?

When Li and I left, your father was still healthy, except for a large hole in his chest from which blood was gushing out.

Brother Hua, you must have sacrificed yourself to protect me, that's why you died.

Mr. Jiang, a grown man, wept bitterly, beating his chest and stamping his feet.

Madam Shen was dumbfounded, but Uncle Hua was not surprised at all. This was mainly because he had accompanied him throughout the process and had come to realize that although this Master Jiang was a man, he was actually extremely emotional.

Li, the guard, was left there looking at the sky and the ground. He was a rough man and he really couldn't cry. He forced himself to cry for a couple of minutes, and apart from his cheeks turning red, not a single grain of sand got into his eyes.

Shen also took the blood letter from Hua Sirong and looked at it. It was clearly a piece of silk torn from her inner garment and written on the spot.

Looking at those few words, Shen seemed to smell the blood.

He returned the blood-written letter to Hua Sirong and said a few words of comfort.

Only then did he turn around and inquire about Master Jiang's background.

After some conversation, it was discovered that this Mr. Jiang was actually the youngest legitimate son of the Jiang family in Beijing.

Madam Shen immediately became even more hospitable, instructing her servants to prepare wine and drinks, determined to win over this gentleman.

Mr. Jiang had always been carefree and didn't pay much attention to the Shen family. At this moment, his attention was all on Hua Sirong.

Seeing the little girl crying so desperately, as if her father and mother were dying, he felt that she had a conscience and was a good child. It was worth it for his brother Hua to be worried about her even on his deathbed.

So, with a wave of his hand and a boast, he said, "Little niece, your Uncle Jiang lives in the Jiang residence on Zhuque Street. If you have any problems, just come and find me."

After saying that, he took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket and said, "Here, this is some pocket money from your uncle."

Your father is my savior, so I'll cover all your expenses from now on, niece.

If you are happy living at the Muqing Marquis's residence, you may continue to stay. If you get tired of it, just send someone to tell your uncle, and he will take you to live at the Jiang residence.

I'll just treat it as having another daughter. It's just that my uncle has never had children in his life and doesn't know how to raise one.

When my mother was raising me, she liked to give me money every few days. I thought, "My uncle will give you money too, so raising a child like this shouldn't be bad."

Holding the blood-written letter, Hua Sirong was almost heartbroken from crying. She was completely taken aback by Master Jiang's extravagant spending.

Her father also loved to shower her with money, and now she was starting to believe that the person in front of her was a sworn brother of her father, birds of a feather flock together.