Kong's said nothing, just watched on the sidelines with a gloomy look in her eyes, which flashed with venomous light from time to time, without uttering a word.
Pei Wenli wasn't home, and Pei Houli wasn't home either.
The business at Qian's Silk Store was bad, and Pei Zongli had also exhausted the revenue from surrounding prefectures over the years; even sweet potatoes were being cultivated now, so fawning over him had little benefit and could offend the increasingly powerful Pei Qin and others. Relying solely on his salary, as an Eighth Rank, he only got a little over thirty taels of silver a year and two loads of rice and flour.
