Qihao Hall.
The Old Madam sat on the Arhat Couch, her face ashen.
Mrs. Wang, afraid she might harm her health by getting too angry, advised, "Old Madam, have a cup of tea to calm your nerves. The Third Master won't act so recklessly."
Despite her advice, Mrs. Wang didn't feel confident.
The Third Master was insistent that the concubine must enter through the main gate of the Duke Mansion.
Spending thirteen thousand taels to buy a concubine was not out of the question.
Thirteen thousand taels to buy a concubine...
Mrs. Wang didn't know what to say; this was something only a prodigal son would do.
The Third Master walked in and said, "Mother, what do you want from me?"
His tone carried a hint of impatience.
The Old Madam was furious.
"Let me ask you, how much did you spend to buy that concubine?" The Old Madam suppressed her anger.
The Third Master didn't speak.
"I'm asking you a question!" The Old Madam said angrily.
"Thirteen thousand taels," the Third Master said.
