The way the Qian family's third wife handled things set the village abuzz with all sorts of talk—envy, jealousy, resentment and confusion.
For a long time thereafter, many villagers rushed to the mountains, trying their luck at finding valuable flowers. Although they didn't find any particularly famous ones, some did manage to get some decent flowers, selling them for a few silver ingots. Of course, that was a story for another day.
Old woman Qian was already fuming about her third son's reckless spending, and the rumors only added fuel to the fire, leaving her with several big blisters in her mouth. Even though Qian Sangui explained, she still felt uneasy, thinking that the silver shouldn't have been wasted like that. Afterwards, with nothing better to do, she would often look for trouble at the third wife's place, unwilling to scold her son and with Cheng Yue hiding away in a small room, she had no choice but to vent on Lady Wu.
