Jiang Xunzhong's voice, tinged with dissatisfaction, complained to Lady Zhao, "How could Da Ya be sold just like that? Isn't that just asking to be criticized behind our backs? The second son has clearly demarcated the boundary this time. In our old age, when our bodies are frail, won't we still have to rely on Xinghua from our eldest son's family? You sold his own flesh and blood, aren't you afraid of harboring a lifetime of resentment?"
Upon hearing this, Lady Zhao's face flashed with disdain. She flared her nostrils slightly and let out a contemptuous snort through her nose, soft yet unyieldingly resolute, "What's there to fear? Let others talk if they want. What I'm after is the actual silver taels. Moreover, don't we still have Dazhuang at home? Do we need her to bother with those trifles? Don't forget, I was almost ruined by that girl. How could I possibly swallow this grievance?"