For a time, the Ji House was filled with grumbling. When Ji He took their things, he incurred the resentment of these spoilt young masters and mistresses.
When there were good things to be shared, each member of Ji Qingshang's generation was more enthusiastic than the next. They had happily called Second Uncle's name then. But now—
Just thinking about it made Ji He's blood freeze.
In a short while, over ten large wooden chests lay untidily in front of Ji Fengyan. Ji Qiu sat in his chair. His expression almost dripped with gloom.
Ji Fengyan was in no hurry. She inspected each box and slowly took stock.
The items in the hall already compensated for much of the money, but was just insufficient to make up the entire sum.
Ji Fengyan only raised her eyes to look at Ji He and Ji He immediately said, "Fengyan, this is all we could raise."
