When the news from outside arrived, her expression changed drastically, her fingers trembled, and the secret letter fluttered to the ground.

Xiao Hengyu hurriedly picked up the letter, and after just one glance, he was struck dumb: "New City Gate?! How could this be!" His voice trembled, "How could the Xiao family have received no word of such a major event!"

At this moment, Dong Heqing no longer cared about his wrinkles and asked sternly, "Who bought your shop? Did you check their background?"

Xiao Hengyu's face turned pale: "I...I was initially worried that she couldn't afford the money, so I specifically sent someone to investigate. The woman's surname is Meng, her given name is Zhao, she is about twenty years old, and she runs two shops in the capital. One is Zhenbaoge, and the other is a women's teahouse called Mingxianglou. Although it has not been open for long, the business is very good. We urgently need money, and she has cash on hand, so I agreed to transfer the property as soon as possible."

"Treasure Pavilion?!" Dong Heqing suddenly interrupted with a shrill voice, turned around and rushed to the dressing table. Looking at the expensive rouge and powder on the table, she trembled all over. In her extreme anger, she suddenly swept her sleeve, sweeping all the bottles and jars on the table to the ground. The precious porcelain bottles smashed to dust on the ground, and various cosmetics were scattered all over the floor.

Xiao Hengyu rarely saw his mother so furious, so he quickly stepped forward to comfort her: "Mother, please calm down. Even if the shop raises prices, how much? It's just a few tens of thousands of taels of silver less in profit. As long as we maintain control of the silk business in Jiangnan, we can earn back as much silver as we need."

"Slap!" A resounding slap landed on Xiao Hengyu's face. Dong Heqing's fingertips trembled, her meticulously manicured nails almost digging into her son's flesh. "Fool! Do you really think this is just a matter of tens of thousands of taels of silver?"

Xiao Hengyu covered her numb face, but dared not argue, only whispering, "Mother, who can predict such things?"