Wang Cuihua felt a little relieved as she watched the maid leave. Then, another thought struck her:
'No, just calling my son back isn't enough. I have to quickly pack some silver and valuables. If the Wu Family really falls, the three of us need a way to survive!'
She hurried back to her courtyard and began rummaging through chests and cabinets, packing away gold, silver, and other valuables. She stuffed all the priciest jewelry, silver notes, and land deeds into a cloth bundle.
Just as she was about to leave, the door was suddenly pushed open. Ji Xiaosong stood in the doorway, holding a handful of melon seeds. She cracked one open as she watched Wang Cuihua with a grin.
"Well now, Aunt Wang, where are you off to?"
Ji Xiaosong's tone was light and breezy, as if she were just making small talk, but her eyes held a hint of playful mockery.
Wang Cuihua jumped in fright, nearly dropping the bundle in her hands.
