There was a silence at the dining table.
Mrs. Gu spoke, "To be honest with you, your grandfather and I are worried about your aunt's dowry. The Fan Family's condition is that your aunt must have at least five hundred taels of silver as dowry, or the marriage can't take place. Your aunt is getting older, and there's no better match than Fan Tong. We've brought you here to discuss your aunt's dowry."
In reality, Mrs. Gu exaggerated by three hundred and fifty taels.
She thought that five hundred taels wouldn't be difficult for Lu Zhaozhao to handle anyway.
With five hundred taels in hand, two hundred for Honglian, two hundred for Gu Youtian, and the remaining one hundred for her own funeral expenses.
Jingzhe didn't respond to Mrs. Gu. Instead, he turned his head and asked Gu Youtian, "Second Uncle, what do you think about Aunt's dowry?"
Gu Youtian was suddenly named by his nephew and felt a bit nervous.
What did he think? He didn't have any thoughts.
