Chen Wanqing finally managed to coax the solution out of Zhao Jing. The price was an aching body and numb limbs; she didn't manage to crawl out of bed until late the next afternoon.
'But she felt the trade was well worth it. It would be even better if Jing could be a little gentler next time.'
That afternoon, Chen Wanqing "coincidentally met" Li'an at her front door.
At that moment, Xiang'er was in the courtyard, crying out in a panic, "Sister-in-law, I broke Big Brother's inkstone! What do I do? What am I going to do?"
Chen Wanqing replied, "Money talks."
Xiang'er was completely baffled. "Sister-in-law, are we even talking about the same thing? I said I broke Big Brother's inkstone!"
"I am giving you a solution. Money talks. You can either pay your brother back, or use your own private silver to buy him a new one. Wouldn't that settle the matter?"
Xiang'er's face went pale with shock. She clutched her purse, trembling.
