For the Song family's finances, Xu Jia had already known it inside out in her previous life. Now, taking on the household authority, she straightened things out with hardly any effort, organizing every steward's affairs neatly.
Mrs. Qiao listened to the housekeeper's reports daily, increasingly looking at Xu Jia with new respect.
With the Song Mansion's full moon banquet approaching, Xu Jia picked out a small gold lock, gold necklace, a pair of small silver bracelets for the treasured one, adding an outfit she made herself. Knowing Song Wei's fondness for collecting, she also included a centuries-old purple clay incense burner.
On the day of the banquet, the couple shared a carriage ride, just as they got on, Tang Yong rushed out from behind, crying incessantly.
Xu Jia ignored him, remaining seated.
Tang Yuan frowned slightly, pulled back the curtain, and looked into his teary-eyed little nephew's eyes, his heart immediately softened, and he asked gently, "What's wrong?"
