Yu Shaoqing was extremely depressed. He hadn't even doted on his daughter enough before another man snatched her away. What was even more depressing was that his daughter seemed to be quite happy to be snatched away.
Yu Shaoqing couldn't flare up in front of outsiders. He waited until Mrs. Yao, Uncle Wan, and Du Hongniang left before he went to the factory.
Uncle was counting the betrothal gifts on the list. The Young Master Manor was really generous. There were a total of 162 boxes. Not to mention the villagers, if he wasn't afraid of making a fool of himself in front of the servants of the Young Master Manor, he would have knelt down on the spot.
How could he know that the Young Master Manor had originally prepared a hundred and thirty boxes of betrothal gifts, and Shangguan Yan had secretly added thirty-two more? The total number was indeed too shocking. One had to know that even the most noble Eldest Princess of this dynasty had only a hundred and twenty boxes.
