The old lady smiled and patted her head, saying, "This child is still being too formal with me." She then took the red envelope and placed it in Pan Jinyue's hand, saying, "It's enough that you have this thought. Take it. This is from your grandmother. You can't give it to anyone else."
Pan Jinyue then accepted it with a smile, turned around and gave Pan Jinxuan and Shi Lan a haughty look before sitting back down.
Shi Lan knew from the first day she arrived that the old lady was unfair. Seeing this situation, she was not surprised at all. She simply stood up, brushed her fluttering skirt, knelt down in front of the cushion, and respectfully kowtowed and said what she needed to say.
The old lady lowered her eyelids as she looked at Shi Lan, who was staring straight ahead with a calm expression. She couldn't even tell what she was feeling.
Seeing that the old lady hadn't spoken, Bao Ping's heart began to pound, and she softly called out, "Old Madam."
The old lady swayed slightly, as if her thoughts had been interrupted, but she quickly covered it up with a smile and said, "Get up, Baoping. This is the first New Year that Fourth Sister is spending in the mansion. Go and get what I prepared last night."
Bao Ping turned and went back into the inner room. A short while later, she came back carrying a small box.
The old lady handed the box to Shi Lan and said, "Grandma has nothing to give you. This is my dowry from my mother. It has traveled with me from north to south. Today I am giving it to you. I am old and can no longer travel. I only hope that one day you can take it back to your homeland."
Shi Lan's expression suddenly changed. The northern lands were now ruled by barbarians. How could a girl who hadn't even reached marriageable age go back? What did the old lady mean by saying that?
Shi Lan was a little confused and did not answer.
The old lady didn't even give her a chance to refuse, and directly stuffed the box into her hands, looking at the treasure bottle, indicating that she should help her up.
Shi Lan let Bao Ping help her up, turned around and returned to her seat. Her mind was a bit chaotic. She had no interest in watching the boy's kowtow, Pan Jinjing's congratulations, or Pan Chenming, the eldest son of the Pan family who had rushed back after finishing his business. At this moment, her keen sixth sense kept sounding alarming, making her subconsciously feel that there must be another meaning behind the old lady's words that she didn't know.
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