Zhou Shuren took the lady's handkerchief, with its pale green fabric not bearing many words, yet the key message was clearly conveyed—a rescue letter from the Xu family consisting of just a few characters. Zhou Shuren put down the handkerchief and tapped the table, "They have no power."
Zhulan nodded somberly, "Indeed."
It wasn't just a lack of power. The Xu family had some influence, but what was the outcome? In the eyes of the powerful, they were worthless and could be wiped out at any moment. In fact, to put it bluntly, the Xu family was caught in an undeserved disaster. It had nothing to do with the Xu family originally, but due to their acquaintance with the Zhou family, they were dragged in. The Xu family had always been quietly doing business, very diligent people indeed.
Of course, if it were not the Xu family, it would have been some other merchant. In the end, it all came back to the fact that merchants in ancient times held such low status.
