Chun Nuan glanced at Zhao Minghua, truly a wealthy and imposing figure that made her both exasperated and amused.
But she couldn't laugh, feeling quite helpless.
The once esteemed Xiao family was respected by nobles in the Capital, yet they fell so quickly, now even struggling with a burial plot being manipulated.
"Indeed, using this method can also solve the problem." Uncle Luo said to Zhao Minghua: "With the third son of Zhao here, many things can be easily resolved."
Money can make the devil turn the mill, perfectly illustrated.
Some things really shouldn't be spoken; once spoken, they become prophecy.
The feng shui master wandered around the back mountain, matched the old lady's eight characters, and still couldn't find a suitable place. After another round, he eyed a spot—it was a vegetable garden over one fen of land.
