The Sun family employed thunderous methods, and immediately began preparing a dowry for Yan Wanqing, moving items out of the storehouse one by one, which caused Yan Liu's and the elderly lady's jealousy to flare up again.
"Mother, does marrying off a daughter require so many dowry items? We're going to drain our entire family fortune, how will we live after this?" Yan Liu said sourly.
The elderly lady looked at the courtyard filled with boxes and also felt very reluctant to let them go.
"Marrying off one daughter is like this, and we have several more to marry off in the future—won't we end up eating coarse grains and wild vegetables?"
Both were worried about their future livings when they saw the aunt had sent over two more boxes of items.
"These are all the things I've saved over the years. Wanqing is getting married, and her sister doesn't have much to give, only these," the aunt said, her eyes slightly moist.
