The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 24: Money is No Object, Capricious

"I've made a fortune."

Song Ci murmured as she looked at the neatly arranged storeroom.

Hong You and Hong Zao, the two maids, were a bit puzzled and asked, "Madam, what did you say?"

Song Ci snapped out of it: "Nothing."

She raised her eyes to the rows of tall shelves filled with categorized valuable items and asked, "Is all my private collection organized here?"

Hong You listened with concern, wondering if Madam might have memory issues after her illness.

But Hong Zao, quick with her words, laughed and said, "How could that be, Madam? With your great fortune and all, the Prime Minister and the young masters are all filial and virtuous, always bringing good things to you. And with gifts and rewards from the palace on various occasions, how could one storeroom suffice?"

"Madam has forgotten, you actually have a total of three large storerooms," Hong You said, looking at Song Ci.

Song Ci's heart skipped a beat, and she feigned sorrowfully, "There's no way I could forget, I just keep thinking about how much I've accumulated over my life. I've never taken a good look, so I wouldn't even know how to divide it among the children when I die."

Nanny came in with keys in hand, just in time to hear this, furrowing her brows and glaring at Hong You and Hong Zao. What were they talking about to make Madam say such dispirited words?

Hong You and Hong Zao were also full of regrets and quickly said, "If Madam wishes to know, we can take the ledger to the storeroom and count the items one by one."

Nanny stepped forward and said, "Madam wants to know if your private collection has been cataloged? Rest assured, every time there's a reward or a gift, we're the first to register it. It won't be missed. Over the years, nothing has ever gone missing from your storeroom."

Song Ci chuckled awkwardly, "I'm not saying anyone's stealing from me, just that seeing so many things makes me forget what treasures I actually have. Besides, wealth is just material, you can't take it with you when you die, so it should be used wisely."

"Madam has a great plan," Nanny complimented with a smile.

"Listen to you, what great plan could an uneducated old woman like me have? I'm just saying that because I have confidence," Song Ci chuckled awkwardly.

"???

Song Ci said proudly, "No lack of money, free to indulge."

Everyone: "..."

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Madam, you are truly remarkable.

The group moved to another storeroom, filled with all sorts of fine utensils, exquisite and luxurious. There were several screens, not to mention various precious vases and bowls, with materials ranging from jade to gold and silver—everything imaginable.

Song Ci was utterly amazed.

And the largest storeroom held not only fabrics, but also gold and silver, jewelry, rare ancient books, and various ornaments.

"The evil of capitalism," Song Ci couldn't help but sigh while holding a Jade Crown.

Everyone looked at each other, puzzled by her remark.

Song Ci's eyes lit up when she saw a bonsai of a red coral flower tree, nearly half a meter tall: "This red coral looks nice, move it to my room."

Nanny was a bit surprised; this red coral ornament was a birthday gift from the third master on Madam's fiftieth birthday but had always been in the storeroom, as if Song Ci had forgotten about it and never mentioned it.

But surprise aside, when Song Ci spoke, the servants had no reason to argue, and someone immediately moved the bonsai to the main house.

Song Ci touched the bright satin and silk, feeling the delicate and soft texture, a bit envious. If only they were tailored into ancient-style clothing, how beautiful they would be.

But she, an old lady, couldn't possibly wear such vibrant colors. Dark red, black, dark blue, and navy are her main colors.

Reluctantly closing her eyes, Song Ci instructed, "Take out these pieces of silk and send them to Madam's side. Let her divide them among the women and children in the family to make some summer clothes."

Crying internally, even in reluctance, one must let go!