Xuanyuan Bei said indifferently, "We are not here to stroll through the temple fair, but to add money for the oil in our mother's lamps. Today is her birthday."
The young girl knew she had misspoken and hastily corrected herself,
"I'll add more money for the oil later, one thousand taels. Cousin, do you think that's enough?"
Xuanyuan Bei slightly furrowed his brow and did not answer her.
Their main purpose was to offer incense and also to pay homage to their deceased mother, not to show off their wealth.
Furthermore, it's not about how much money is offered, but the sentiment behind it.
This cousin of his had no true sentiment; no matter how much money she offered, he would not appreciate it.
Besides, the Xuanyuan Family was never short of money.
"Cousin, why won't you talk to me!" Wei Jingjing said discontentedly as she tugged at his sleeve.
She loved this cousin the most. Her parents even said that when she turned eighteen, they would marry her off to him.
