Qian Meng had been quite secretive about his recent activities, not convenient to disclose to Mr. Qian the elder, but his words served as a tranquilizer to Old Master Qian, allowing him to rest a little easier.
"We do not seek for the little princess to bring us boundless glory and wealth, we only hope that what we do is worthy of those who have already passed away!"
Old Master Qian's tone suddenly became sorrowful, and Qian Meng knew that the old man's thoughts had drifted to those matters again. He wanted to say something to comfort the elder, but he was at a loss for words.
After a little while, Old Master Qian collected himself from the sadness, set down his teacup, and stood up from the chair, straightening out his clothes.
"Alright, have a look in the treasure vault for something suitable to gift to the little princess, pick one out, and present it to her as a present tonight."
