After returning, Wang Qingchen did not rush to repot the flowers, but hurried to the homes of Li Yuntai, the Old Residence, and the Third Branch, asking them to send all the flowers they intended to sell to his place, as someone would be collecting them the next morning.

The three households were overjoyed to hear that they could sell the flowers, as it meant an immediate influx of silver. Consequently, all three families quickly brought their potted blooms over. Not every seed had sprouted, but each household still managed to grow two or three plants.

Wang Qingchen noted down on paper: Li Yuntai's family had two plants, Wang Qingtong at the Old Residence had three, the Eldest Cousin and his wife had two, the Third Branch had three, and his own Eldest Sister-in-law had three, plus the six that had sprouted from the pots he had casually sown himself. All in all, the quantity was quite substantial.

After logging everything, Wang Qingchen repotted these flowers, a process he did not conceal from anyone. Once repotting was complete, he carried all the flowers into his room, bolted the door, and moved them into his spatial dimension.

The next day, Wang Qingchen woke up very early. His first action was to retrieve the flowers from his dimension. Upon inspecting them, he saw they were all full of vigor, which finally put his mind at ease before he stepped out.

Not long after, Steward Xu arrived with his retinue. Similarly, Steward Xu had prepared a gift for the Wang family. Perhaps accustomed to receiving one every time, Wang Youfu and Madam Yang were considerably calmer this time.

Steward Xu arranged for people to help Wang Qingchen move the flowers. There were nineteen pots in total, which amounted to three hundred and eighty taels of silver. Seeing the vibrant health of the blossoms, Steward Xu felt the money was well spent. He promptly paid the amount and called Wang Qinghua and Wang Qingchen to accompany him to town, leaving Wang Youfu and Madam Yang behind to distribute the silver among the various households.

Wang Youfu and Madam Yang calculated the shares each family was due and proceeded to deliver them one by one.

Over there, Madam He stared blankly at the forty taels Madam Yang handed over, so overcome with emotion she didn't know what to say. "Second Aunt, thank you. When Quan'er grows up, he will never forget your kindness."

"Oh, my child, what are you saying? You grew these flowers yourselves! I haven't given you a single coin extra! If you truly wish to thank us, then live your lives well. When your days are better, we elders can finally rest easy," Madam Yang replied.

Hearing this, Madam He was even more at a loss for how to express her gratitude. "Second Aunt..."

Madam Yang smiled and cut her off, "I know, I know what you want to say. But what I'm telling you is, there's no need to rush your thanks. Living your own life well is more important than anything!"

Madam He nodded. "Yes, Second Aunt is right."

After giving Madam He her money, Madam Yang went to Madam Zhang's place. Madam Zhang accepted the sixty taels of silver. Although she wasn't as emotionally demonstrative as Madam He, she was deeply grateful.

"Truthfully, we must thank your family. Otherwise, I truly don't know what we would have done about Caixia's dowry!" Madam Zhang expressed her gratitude.

"Please, don't say that. We only provided a few seeds. These grew because of your own efforts; please don't put it that way," Madam Yang said.

"Fine, I know your nature. Regardless, I will keep your family's kindness in my heart. I won't say any more with my mouth then!" Madam Zhang smiled.

Then, Madam Zhang took fifteen taels from the sixty and offered it to Madam Yang. "This is what we borrowed from you when our family bought land last time. Now I can finally pay it back."

Madam Yang had almost forgotten about it. Seeing the silver Madam Zhang offered, she waved her hand. "Zhao family is marrying Caixia this year, right? Keep this money first to properly prepare a dowry for Caixia. It's not too late to pay me back later."

"Oh, how could a dowry require so much silver? Please take it. What's left over here is enough to prepare several dowries!" Madam Zhang laughed.

Seeing Madam Zhang insist, Madam Yang accepted it.

"By the way, has the Zhao family said when they plan to bring Caixia into the family?" Madam Yang inquired.

"It will have to be after the autumn harvest! Their family consulted a master at the temple, and there were no auspicious dates in the first half of the year, so they decided on the latter half. Otherwise, why would they wait this long?" Madam Zhang replied.

"Then the wedding dress and everything for Caixia should be embroidered by now, shouldn't they?" Madam Yang asked with concern.

Madam Zhang nodded. "We started the embroidery last month. As long as it's finished before the autumn harvest, that will be fine," Madam Zhang said, then sighed wistfully, "Sigh, after raising a daughter for so many years, in the end, she belongs to someone else's family. I feel so reluctant to part with her."

Hearing this, Madam Yang also sighed. "Yes, which mother isn't reluctant to see her daughter marry? But no matter how reluctant we are, we still must let them marry, mustn't we? If you truly keep a daughter at home, it will only breed resentment later."

"Who isn't saying that? If she marries into a family where the in-laws are easy to deal with, that's one thing. But if she encounters a demanding in-law family, like the Liu family, wouldn't I worry myself sick!" Madam Zhang exclaimed.

When Madam Yang heard this, thinking about how Caiyun might marry into a family with a difficult mother-in-law, a wave of discomfort washed over her, and she dared not dwell on it further. "Forget it, every daughter has to face this. Whether the marriage is good or bad, who can know beforehand."

Caixia, inside the room, overheard the conversation between Madam Zhang and Madam Yang. She wasn't worried about being mistreated by her future in-laws; instead, thinking of Zhao Jing filled her heart with sweetness.

Lost in thought of Zhao Jing, Caixia stopped her needlework. She took out the jewelry box she had carefully hidden and opened it to reveal various trinkets. Many were gifts from her maternal grandmother and uncles, but these did not capture her attention. Her gaze was fixed on the jewelry that Zhao Jing had sent over through her younger brother. There were three pieces in total, and it was clear at a glance they were not cheap. Holding the three pieces, Caixia didn't consider their price but rather thought of the person who sent them, looking through the gems. Caixia had rarely seen Zhao Jing, yet for some inexplicable reason, she remembered his appearance and demeanor with remarkable clarity, his image undimmed despite the infrequent meetings.

After contemplating Zhao Jing for a while, Caixia grew vexed, scolding herself for being so shameless. She hadn't even married yet and was already preoccupied with that man. Blushing fiercely, Caixia quickly placed the three pieces of jewelry back into the box with care, glancing at them a few more times before snapping the lid shut.

When Madam Yang returned from Madam Zhang's, she saw Caiyun amusing the infant Xiao Qinghe on the kang, while Luo Qing and Madam Wu were busy embroidering nearby.

"Mother (Mistress), you're back!"

Madam Yang nodded, then looked at Caiyun, feeling a slight pang remembering her conversation with Madam Zhang. Before she could ponder further, the infant Xiao Qinghe, lying on the kang, stretched out his hands and cried out to Madam Yang, clearly indicating he wanted to nurse. Thus, Madam Yang set aside her current thoughts and quickly began feeding her son.

Caiyun watched Xiao Qinghe concentrating on nursing and complained, rather discontentedly, "You little white-eyed wolf! I was just playing with you, and now that you have food, you've forgotten me, haven't you?"

Caiyun poked Xiao Qinghe's cheek playfully. The infant, who was nursing, thought Caiyun was still playing with him and chuckled happily, then turned back to nurse after his laughter subsided.

"Aha! So you admit it, do you?" Caiyun expressed her mock displeasure, poking him again.

Xiao Qinghe laughed once more, but this time, a laugh turned into a choke, startling both Madam Yang and Caiyun. Madam Yang quickly patted Xiao Qinghe's back gently, while Caiyun anxiously pleaded, "Sister won't tease you anymore, okay?"

Luo Qing and Madam Wu, seeing Xiao Qinghe choke, rushed over to check. Fortunately, the choking wasn't severe, just a few coughs. Only then did Luo Qing and Madam Wu return to their embroidery with relief.

Madam Yang had initially intended to lecture Caiyun for such a lapse in judgment in the future. But seeing Caiyun's distressed look, and remembering that her daughter would also eventually marry into an in-law's family and that her carefree days at home wouldn't last much longer, she held back the words. She simply comforted Caiyun, "It's fine, your little brother is alright now."

"Mother, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have teased brother like that," Caiyun admitted her error.

Faced with such an understanding daughter, Madam Yang certainly couldn't find it in her heart to blame her. She simply said, "It's alright, Caiyun, don't do that again, okay?"

Caiyun quickly nodded. "Mm!"

A short while later, Xiao Qinghe recovered. However, because he had been coughing so hard, he hadn't finished nursing and began to cry from being wronged. Madam Yang looked at him, smiled slightly, and resumed feeding him. Caiyun sat obediently beside them, no longer teasing her brother.

After finishing nursing Xiao Qinghe, Madam Yang handed him back to Caiyun, then looked at Luo Qing, who was embroidering. "Qing'er, stop working on your embroidery for a while and come rest. You need to take extra care now that you are pregnant."

"Yes, Mother, I know. I'm just finishing these last few stitches, and then I'll stop embroidering!" Luo Qing agreed.

Indeed, a moment later, Luo Qing clipped her thread and held up the small bodice she had finished, examining it with satisfaction. Only then did she put away her supplies and sit next to Madam Yang to keep her company.

Meanwhile, Madam Wu inwardly marveled at how truly good the Mistress was to her daughter-in-law. Not only did she generally prevent her from doing heavy labor, but now that she was pregnant, she was cherished even more. Today, Madam Wu had even seen the Mistress give her daughter-in-law the entire sixty taels of silver earned from selling flowers, leaving not a single copper coin behind, which filled Madam Wu with envy. If her own mother-in-law had been as kind as the Mistress back then, why would she have suffered so much?