She couldn't very well interfere with the family affairs of others, but Uncle Mei had always been kind to her. It seemed that when she had the chance, she should remind him not to focus solely on his business—he should pay more attention to his family, or else his sons would be ruined.
Qinghe stood in front of the Mei Yuxuan counter, her eyes flickering. It was mutton-fat white jade, the very piece she had previously carved. She had made two bracelets and a pendant out of it, and fashioned some leftover pieces into several pairs of earrings. Since there wasn't a demand for them domestically, she had brought them all here. Now, only one bracelet remained; the rest must have been sold.
