Han Ling stared at Qingdai and started to laugh.
She had lived for over thirty years.
"In the next few days, get ready," Han Ling said. "If there's anything you want, don't be polite with your mother. Accompany me back to my hometown, they should compensate you. You don't have to be so sensible now."
"There's nothing I particularly want."
She never had high material requirements.
"Some things should be taken, even if you don't want them," Han Ling said.
"Okay."
"Once I finish what I want to do, we'll leave."
Going back home didn't seem like something difficult to accept.
She told Qingdai that things that should be taken must be taken, wasn't she also saying it to herself?
When she married, the Duke let her take her dowry, but over the years, the profits from managing the affairs of the Duke Zhen Country Mansion should also be hers.
If it weren't for her careful management, how could the Duke Mansion accumulate such a large estate?
The Duke refused.
