When the brocade boxes were opened one by one, Song Yunzhao, Mrs. Luo, and the others were all stunned.
Qiancao, being quick-tongued, blurted out, "Miss, shouldn't these be divided among all the young ladies?"
There were three sets of jewelry. Qiancao was right; their father must have brought them back to give one set to each of his three daughters. She hadn't expected all of them to be sent to her.
Song Yunzhao let out a soft laugh. "Hurry and put them away."
Jiangxiang immediately closed the boxes and nudged the still-dazed Qiancao. The two of them quickly began to put the items away in an inconspicuous place.
Mrs. Luo was a little worried. Looking at her mistress, she said, "Miss, should we perhaps pay a visit to the Master?"
Song Yunzhao shook her head. "There's no need."
"But what if the Master recalls this matter after his anger has cooled? Wouldn't that be bad for you, Miss?"
