Shen Xiuming, too, was aware of his sister's expectations. Thinking of his recent laziness, he felt a pang of guilt and shame.
"Here are two strings of coins," the merchant said, praising Shen's Mother's weaving skills after inspecting the cloth.
Shen's Mother carefully stored the coins and politely saw the merchant off. Not long after the merchant left, an ordinary carriage stopped at the gate of the Confucian Temple.
The curtain was lifted, and Nanny Rong swaggered into the temple. Seeing Shen's Mother weaving under the eaves, she let out a long, disdainful snort.
Shen's Mother was stunned. "You... why have you come here? Where is my third daughter? Has something happened to her?"
Shen Xiuming, who had been studying inside, was also startled. He rushed out, standing protectively in front of his mother.
Nanny Rong clicked her tongue and said sarcastically, "I was passing by the temple and was asked by Lady Shen to bring you some money."
