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

Master Jiang thought the child had been dazzled by the silver notes. "What's wrong? Are you worried that the money will run out? Don't worry, when you get married, your uncle will prepare a hundred sets of dowry for you."

Shen's hand, which was gripping the handkerchief, tightened. One hundred taels!

Uncle Hua's eyes lit up; those were all piles of silver!

If only Rongjie would be willing to marry back to Xishan.

Hua Sirong pushed the silver note back and bowed in thanks, saying, "Uncle Jiang, Sirong still has some money on her."

My aunt takes care of all my expenses at the Marquis's residence, so I don't have many daily expenses. My uncle doesn't need to worry about me being short of money.

Today, I am content to hear news of my father before his death. It just as my father said before: money is an external thing, enough is enough.

The most important thing is to have family by my side. Although he told me I didn't need to observe mourning, it was my own choice, and it wasn't his business.

At this moment, Hua Sirong longed for her father, who rarely smiled, to suddenly appear before her and scold her for being disobedient and unfilial.

Mr. Jiang was in a bind; he had no experience in coaxing children, especially a girl this big.

“But your father said you shouldn’t observe mourning. If you insist on doing so, wouldn’t that put me in an unjust position?”

My niece Rong is so understanding; she certainly wouldn't want to put your Uncle Jiang in a difficult position! She certainly wouldn't want to let your Uncle Jiang down!

Old Master Jiang, a burly man with a scruffy beard, was short and tried to ingratiate himself with Hua Sirong, forcing her to agree to his dying wish.

Upon receiving confirmation, Mr. Jiang was overjoyed, dancing with glee like a child.

He pressed his advantage, saying, "Then you can keep this banknote too!"

What else could Hua Sirong do? Even if it was a hot potato, she could only gratefully accept it.

After finishing the important matter, Mr. Jiang began to bring up old grievances.

They first targeted Uncle Hua's family.

“My brother Hua’s body is barely cold, and you clansmen are already so eager to kick my niece out of the house. What a loving family you are.”

Uncle Hua saw Master Jiang's sudden change in expression and instantly broke out in a cold sweat!

When I was with the Xishan tribe, I thought this Master Jiang was just an ordinary merchant.

The reason their clan treated him with such courtesy was simply because Manager Ning, Hua's father's capable assistant, treated Master Jiang with utmost respect.

The Hua family, originally made their fortune in business, are masters of opportunism. Although they don't know exactly what kind of business this Mr. Jiang is in, he's definitely a big fish.

In addition, this man was very generous when he was in Xishan, so the clan sent him to accompany Master Jiang on this trip.

Little did he know that an even bigger surprise awaited him along the way. This Mr. Jiang was exceptional in every aspect of his life, from food and clothing to daily necessities, a far cry from the manners of the merchant lords he had encountered before.

Upon arriving in the capital, with the head steward of the Jiang family guarding the city gate, the group went directly to the Jiang residence to rest.

Uncle Hua then realized that Master Jiang was a real big shot, but unfortunately, Master Hua hadn't mentioned it to the clan while he was alive.

Seeing how Master Jiang treats Hua Sirong today, the uncle could only secretly praise his distant niece, saying that she was truly a lucky person.

Although her biological mother died young, she had a maternal aunt who was the wife of a marquis.

Although her biological father died at an inopportune time, a good brother of hers was eager to become her father.

Originally, Uncle Hua was thinking about how to mend the rift in his family relationship with Hua Sirong, but then Master Jiang started to settle scores.

It turns out that this old man's previous act of only knowing how to eat, drink, and have fun was all a lie; behind their backs, he exposed their every move, leaving them with nothing but their underwear.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, and stood hunched over beside Master Jiang, completely devoid of the arrogance he had shown towards Hua Sirong during his last visit to the Marquis's residence.

“Mr. Jiang, you can’t just believe the rumors outside.

The clan didn't actually kick Rong'er out; she came to the capital to seek refuge with her aunt.

If Rongjie stays in Xishan, she will be a merchant's daughter and will have to observe mourning for her parents. After three years, what kind of good family can she marry into?

But things are different at the Marquis's residence in the capital. After the mourning period, even if one is a bit older, the prestige of the Marquis's residence allows for a wider range of choices.

Old Master Jiang found it strangely reasonable that Uncle Hua was talking about something, and was about to nod in agreement, but then he thought, "This isn't right. Even if the outcome is good, it's a fact that your clan has seized my niece's family property."

Uncle Hua: He really is a businessman. He looks like a big, simple-minded guy, but he's not easy to fool.

He continued, “It wasn’t something the clan seized; it was something my niece, like her father, generously gave to the clan. Take the old Hua family house, Rong’er, tell me, wasn’t that something you willingly gave to the clan?”

Hua Sirong wanted to roll her eyes; her uncle really knew how to flatter himself.

Hua Sirong met Old Master Jiang's piercing gaze and nodded helplessly.

After thinking it over, Mr. Jiang realized that if he was willing to give away his old house to the clan, it would be reasonable for him to give away his shops and estates as well.

After all, most people end up giving up their ancestral home.

Mr. Jiang felt he had seen the truth. It seemed his niece had lived a very insightful life after her father's death, but she was also quite generous.

"I don't care. It's my niece's business to be generous, but those things were left to her by my brother Hua to ensure her livelihood. Even if my niece gave them to me voluntarily, how can you have the nerve to accept them?"

So, you know what to do, why don't you obediently return it!

My niece is under my protection now.

Hua Sirong understood everything at this point. This Uncle Jiang must have an extraordinary background. However, she had only been in the capital for a short time and had been living in the Marquis's mansion. It was already a rare privilege for her to be able to find out any news about the mansion.

Not to mention the people and things outside, such as the Jiang family, she knew absolutely nothing about them.

Uncle Hua, constrained by the Jiang family's authority, could only reluctantly agree, "Master Jiang, I will return to the clan and discuss it with the clan head and elders. We will definitely make up for Rong'er's things. What do you think..."

Mr. Jiang didn't make things too difficult for them. In his view, it was just a small amount of money. He nodded as a sign that he would let them off the hook once the goods were returned.

After dealing with the Hua family, Master Jiang turned his attention to Madam Shen, the Lady of the Marquis.

Shen's heart had just been through a lot of agonizing, and now she only had a feeling of 'It's here, it's finally my turn.'

Mr. Jiang: "Madam is very kind. When my niece Rong was suffering, she was able to lend a helping hand and take her in."

Shen forced a smile, thinking to herself, "Don't flatter me. Just say I stole something from Rong-jie. Just get to the point!"

But to everyone's surprise, Mr. Jiang said nothing and instead offered a separate gift on behalf of his unjustly deceased brother, Brother Hua.

Then there is no more then.