Murong Ye frowned and quietly said, “Grandmother, my sister is already fourteen years of age and will soon marry. There is nothing wrong in learning how to manage her dowry and manging the matters of the internal household.”
“You… you…!” Du was furious and her bitter cold gaze swept from Murong Ye to Murong Xue and from Murong Xue to Murong Ye. She wanted to say something but ultimately did not speak it. She loudly tutted and without a glance backwards, turned and walked out.
Looking at her retreating back, Murong Ye was confused, “Did I say something wrong?”
“Nothing. Step-grandmother is happy that you have matured!” Murong Xue smiled brightly and comforted him. Her eyes were slightly cold – Du is probably resenting that they had cut off her fortune. Du had her eyes on the dowry and will definitely think of a million ways to get it! However, she is not afraid of them; she will just deal with it as it comes.