Mrs. Zhou turned her face toward the bed and suddenly began to sob, the sobs growing louder until they became wailing cries.
From the east wing, Mrs. Yang heard the cries coming from the upper room and sneered, then stared at Si Lang and said, "Hand over the silver note. Don't think you can keep it all to yourself. This isn't just a small amount of money; it's a hundred taels of silver!"
Si Lang grunted, "There's no silver note, it's long gone."
"Didn't you just take over twenty taels of silver yourself? You haven't even shared with me yet." Earlier, he'd seized a small ingot worth five taels.
Mrs. Yang clutched her chest, "Don't even think about it. This silver needs to be saved for when you get married."
Si Lang stared at Mrs. Yang, "Then you'd better remember what you said. If you dare take the silver and remarry, I'm not done with you!"
Mrs. Yang said guilt-ridden, "I won't remarry. I still want to see you get married and give me grandchildren."
