In the living room's tea area, several elders were seated, discussing Shen Ci's dowry. They deliberated on how much should be given to uphold the prestige of the Shen Family's eldest daughter.
The Shen Family had been merchants for generations, and from their discussion, it sounded like they were prepared to be quite generous.
It was said she would marry the eldest son of the Xie Family, though no one knew exactly which Xie Family that was.
She nodded at Shen Rongyi. "Eldest Uncle, Second Uncle, Aunt."
The discussion halted.
Shen Rongyi had just brought his teacup to his lips. He tilted his head up slightly to look at the young woman before him.
She was wrapped in a large scarf, revealing only a part of her lovely, refined face. Her voice was sweet and tender. He had almost thought that Feng Jian had raised her to be sallow and gaunt. After all, before she turned eighteen, the Shen Family had certainly given Feng Jian plenty of money for her education and pipa lessons.
