Zhao Hanzhang didn't know that she had just left for a while, and the Eleventh Ancestor had sent everyone she had gathered to work to the neighboring garden. She was currently discussing matters with Ji Yuan.
"I heard praises of the lady when I went out today."
Zhao Hanzhang: "Praise me for what?"
"Praise the lady for filial piety, and there are even scholars who want to write a biography for the lady to pass it down."
Zhao Hanzhang: "Ashamed, ashamed, I know my own affairs best. I'm just following etiquette to observe mourning, how could I be worthy of a biography to spread filial piety?"
She paused, lowered her voice, and asked, "Surely it wasn't Uncle Ming who paid those scholars, right?"
Ji Yuan: "…If Mr. Ming hears this, it might lead to another scolding."
Zhao Hanzhang, with her thick skin, was used to Zhao Ming's nitpicking, "What does Uncle Ming want to do?"
